A POEM FROM PAULO COELHO'S BOOK "ELEVEN MINUTES"

A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to caste away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.

Comments

uktee said…
Recently read this book...awesome work by Mr. Coelho...impressive depiction of emotions commonly mistaken as erotic...
Thank you very much for this bit of a reminder... :)

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