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Triolet

Eternity smothers this one day.

This day devours every hour.

I taste each minute along my way;

still, eternity smothers this one day.

Of the beauties that bloom today,

I savor the lowest flower.

Though eternity smothers this one day,

today I devour, every hour.

By markthegrey

I am a biologist, author, poet, professor, and parent. I nest in Aurora, IL with my spouse and about two to four kids.

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