Golden Power

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In every fracture of a second
There is a secret which is hidden
It is a first, always the first
Yes, It can never be a second!

In all the moments of the hour,
There is an hour which stretches
It lingers more than mountains;
And it passes though it lingers

There is a secret in that moment
When the passing hours roam it
There is stillness through the passage
Where the souls of seconds travel

I am the victim of the hours
Though I can beat the odds of minutes
I am the sand inside the glass shield
And am in love with every moment

December 2010

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