Time a fore
a pontiff plain
a writ upon the sea,
a Holy Plot, buried deep,
densed with self-esteem.
Time anew
a sandy hill
a lit upon a cove
Blessed sight
conquored grief
to shine upon a woe.
Time to see
Time to feel
Time to open heart
This time I have to make of me
myself
and do my part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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