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the passage of life… by Toni L.A. Cross

when the seasons begin to blend

and the years start to run together

like wet paint left vertical
 
then age creeps upon you
 
like a heavy cloak
 
and moments flee into hours
 
which melt into days
 
and the weight drags you downward
 
to a royal stately bed
 
the chamber of passage
 
into the land without time
 
you begin to hear a music unearthly to the core
 
that makes you want to shed
 
everything you have ever known
 
to be free
 
open
 
bare
 
just as you were
 
before your birth
 
squeezed and compressed your being
 
into the confines of oxygen and clocks
 
 
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About goatgirlbookworm

My name is Toni Cross, and I was raised on a farm in the far north of the United States. I love to read and write and I hope to use those hobbies in a greater way in the days to come. One of my passions is using whatever influence I have to make a difference in the world.

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