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Moving On

Az Mo

The wounds will heal,
With hours that pass.
What you feel,
Spills from your glass.

Tears will dry,
Hopes renew.
Smile will fly,
Like morning new.

Archived past,
In scriptures remain.
Moments passed,
Cannot be changed.

Discover life,
Mutate one's dream.
Like a seed brings life,
Dreams flow like a stream.

(C) Az Mo
07/19/2019


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