I clenched my fist, caressed a sigh
And asked a wish of Father Time.
“Let me see my flowers bloom
One sunny, weekend afternoon.
From seed to dust my eyes will taste,
Before my sands all fall to waste.”
Divine appeared and sat beside.
She soothed my soul with loving eyes.
“You seek time to see your flower
Grow and die in a few hours.
But I fear the oath you take
your Flower did already make.”
Then Father Time did sternly say
“Let them watch each other grey.”
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