Molly Powell

Rookie (23/01/1992 / London)

Time

Through time, I say, I heard you sing,
Of weeks alone; of days for kings.
The ages long; the sleeping souls,
The many years in hunts for gold.
Millennia passed within a blink,
But minutes slowed to help me think.
And thought the centuries were slow,
These seconds dull; these hours woe,
I felt the call of your sweet voice,

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