Time
An enemy for some
A battle lost before it has begun
A friend, made in moment's hour
For those atop the hill
That bask in new found power
A nature, that always is
And always did
Melt the snow atop the flower
But they will sigh
When they see their life disappear
Sands will not slow
For it is just and equal
In my parting breath
Before I go
My smile will last
When the time has past
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Reply:I like. To me, the snowman and his rise and demise, which can be liken to other transitory things. Well said.
Reply:Lovely, The last two lines powerful ending.
Reply:very nice, can you recite love poems?
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