There is much to be done
In the days and dreams ahead
Going full to carry on
What it means that you have read
Heart be still and come easy
In the pauses between breath
Moments outwears forward breezy
When every thought is given worth
Take a time to return loving
Everything will wear off soon
Nothing to the future´s owing
In the night and in blue moon
Yesteryears are laid at rest
Running through the end of ways
Futures grow and are blessed
With the coming of new days
There is much to be made
Nothing is too out of touch
Time edges two folded blade
This and that in every such
Heart be still and make weight
To the opportunities to fulfill
Lines are circling and straight
Over every coming high hill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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