Time
I think about time often.
Its passing akin to the restless creek beyond our house
constantly flowing.
I meditate upon the grace that love welded into my heart
the countless souls that left their mark
as a blaze along the overgrown trail at dark.
I think about you often.
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You craft this well. Your first line is made stronger in repeating most of it in an excellent final line, making the you in your words a special person, and you have not wasted your rhymes on me. This one is right on the mark.
very nice
I love this:
akin to the restless creek
Fantastic ending.