Immemorial

by

M A Heathcote

Time is often;
Dreamed as longer
Then time exists to be?
No need to smell the rank-rose Over
To discern;
The dying abominate bee,
As with each new flower
A wellspring stem
Seeds the soul of men
Immemorial Again!

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