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Sands of Time

If today I were to sleep my own last
I would rather have elsewhere than your arms.
In fear I remain afraid of the past
As I am reminded of your old charms.

I’ve certified already my last death,
Set alight my first birth certificate.
I stand ready to succumb to the wrath,
T’s in your hands this day I dedicate.

Cheers to you oh fair mother of kindness
It is time – exhausted, to rest with honour.
In my heart you inspired a new calmness,
Be it not for you I’d be a goner.

I guess I am now ready to fly high,
Yet I am still sure I don’t want to leave.

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