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The Long Weekend

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Four whole days off,

A long weekend,

Yet I feel as if,

I could rest for four years,

But I know,

That time is not always what it seems,

A thousand years,

Can be like one day,

Depending on the perspective,

And it seems,

Time can run backwards,

Because all of a sudden,

I am back two thousand years,

In a garden,

And there are tears,

They fall,

All things fall,

Or are spilled,




This is perhaps the longest weekend,

But what is a weekend,

In the context of eternity?

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