Time

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Peace in the midst of storm.

Balance.

A longing within begs

Confused it searches

The answers written in a map.

A map of its own language, yet unable to comprehend.

Is it just an illusion? Paper of time

The ink,

Borne in pain and love

Some words, with tears and blood–

Maybe the reason for the confusion

Is the revealation is not meant to be,

Yet

For there is a time for everything.

By: Julia Grace

(Ecc. 3)

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Hey there! My name is Julia. I started writing poetry 3 years ago. I'm in high school right now. I write to cope and express things I don't know how to, or capture moments that may go unnoticed by most. My goal in my writing is like any art: to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable. God has given me this gift and I would like to share it :)

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