Best Poem of Dan Medina

Father Time
Father time, oh father time,
what memories are held in your bosom
And warm moments locked in your core?
Those memoirs of bliss so stowed away
by the graceful sweep of your second hand,
and days so aptly tucked away from reach.

Father time, oh father time,
you have seen so many beautiful faces
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This Beauty
It is this beauty that goes unnoticed
It is this beauty that flows below the depths of common perception
It is this beauty that is sought and discovered, not noticed in sight

For this beauty, can there be analogy?
To describe it as words which run off their page?
A sonnet of endless age?
Thus this . . .
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