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We pass through gates with colors high

The red and orange and yellow

Fast paced green and everything behind

With death ahead, behold

Just another creaking door

We take no time to close

But run right through with careless minds

Grip on us never shows

Beneath the arcs of change

The wonder will surprise

Between two things there will always be

A gift to us from time

Woven from savage vines

Take too long to pass

We fall in love with what our hands won´t hold

It turns to dust and runs from us

Then falls with love divine

While death breathes down its cold

We turn around and spill our words

Of memory

Less of what we see

But grace and mercy give us back

Another chance to fly

Through things we only dream we´d done

Another chance to shine

Published by dbmoore0727

***All views are my own*** I write commentary on current world events as well as short stories and book reviews. My first book, Where the River Flows - Memories of the Shadow Age, can be found on Amazon (free with Kindle Unlimited). I attended Arizona State University studying neurochemistry. I've worked professionally as a ghostwriter and managed analytical laboratories in supplements and pharmaceuticals, as well as operated as a consultant and technical writer for academics and companies in the science and engineering fields for over ten years. I've been writing creatively all my life. I hope you enjoy the content -- I want my readers to feel empowered to comment and critique as they feel compelled.

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