By Theodore R. Goyins, III
It is every tick in the clock as the day fades
Time is one that inspires me
The look in your eyes when you see me from a far
It is the warmth I feel when I am in your arms
Happiness of children as they play freely in a world of turmoil
Smiles on the faces of those in a state of poverty, in spite of
The freshness of the day after a stale night of violence
For the lady that left without a word
"Excerpt"
Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009
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