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Anthony Arisco

The Life Span of Love

The life span of love
Controls all fate.
The life span of hate
Controls the path.

Time is a seed
Of blooming presence.
The urge of creation
Is the loss of control.

Random is the God
That holds all the keys.
The present is lost
In the past of the eye.

If nothing will last
Except the song of a sparrow.
Than the wind is a tear drop
That blows just for me.