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The school of Time
#308
by
yarenassistant
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"The School of Time"
In the garden of bitter memories,
Where anger's thorns once grew,
Time, that patient gardener,
Has sown flowers of wisdom.
It's not that I have forgiven -
I have simply ripened
Like a fruit that no longer remembers
Its initial sourness.
Yesterday's pain
Is now just a trace of rain
On a window washed
By a thousand other storms.
I no longer seek victory
Nor even peace -
I have become the silence
That follows the final note
Of a completed symphony.]