between the lines of age,
a bar from every cage,
a line from every page,
days of life, we swage.

between the hands of time,
a ring from every chime,
a line from every rhyme
days of life, we sublime.

between the echoes of sound,
a song from every ground,
a line from every round,
days of life, we redound.

between the rhythm of dance,
a heart from every romance,
a line from every chance,
days of life, we enhance.

between the hands of fate,
a choice between every gate,
a line from every strait,
days of life, we relate.

© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
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image: By imelenchon

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