No Time Be Measure And Measured Yet

Save for this and this at best
No nobler deeds can I compress

Shall I shatter splinters and rattle bones
Then rather mark the passage in the snow
Footstep vanish in the haze
Is life a riddle within the maze

Be amazed and marvel what
Then to lose the sight of what you've got
Bach young banyan beside the moon
On hallow eves on the modest dune

Portrayers of promise, no cross to bare
And betrayers thoughts I have challenged yeah
No humble planter placed before my feet
Do not taste as fine nor look as sweet

For light has leapt across the skies
The clouds have wept through countless chimes
No time be measure and measured yet
I hold my head with no regret

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