'After Math'A Poem by PeteAs if you could kill time without injuring eternity. - Thoreauthe interminable archive in the boots of its march grains of sand funneled hearts dug and tunneled a hoard of seconds, minutes and hours a myriad of days, weeks, months and years a plethora of tears a multitude of fears an infinite amount far too many to fathom or count not a moment for true sorrow welcome to today eternity begins tomorrow © 2021 PeteAuthor's Note
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