The Hours

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If we woke with the Sun

and fell with it behind the mountain

would we need the hours?

Time is lost 

only to those 

who fear it changing,

But like a river,

never ending

for those in love.

We have turned

gold

with the seasons

And died

a thousand times

already.

So be

patient,

Little Seed.

Winter is coming

and then

the Spring.

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