ChaitanyaSethi
I love reading, writing, coffee, long walks, and the oxford comma. I write at candidwallflowers.wordpress.com
Challenge
When does the past end and the present begin?
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The Sun-Dial
The shadow by my finger cast
Divides the future from the past:
Before it, sleeps the unborn hour
In darkness, and beyond thy power:
Behind its unreturning line,
The vanished hour, no longer thine:
One hour alone is in thy hands,--
The NOW on which the shadow stands.
-Henry Van Dyke
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Though this is not my poem, it is a memorized favorite. Being new to Prose, I hope it is not improper to share the work of other, inspiring artists.