irenio irenaeus bero

Hours

all hours of the day are beautifull
each second of life is a traced path
and the beauty of the hour lies in the fullfilment
of your expectations
some prefer the early hours and some the late hours
and yet nobody can live without each other
many try to escape the result of time
and yet few care less about its cause
when we choose to walk in love
the laws of love determine the extent of our joy

Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 6, 2010

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