Maya Angelou

in a time

In a time of secret wooing today prepares tomorrow's ruin left knows not what right is doing my heart is torn asunder. In a time of furtive sighs sweet hellos and sad goodbyes half-truths told and entire lies my conscience echoes thunder. In a time when kingdoms come joy is brief as summer's fun happiness its race has run then pain stalks in to plunder.

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