{"id":973,"date":"2014-10-26T03:15:21","date_gmt":"2014-10-26T03:15:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=973"},"modified":"2014-10-26T03:16:57","modified_gmt":"2014-10-26T03:16:57","slug":"quiet-hours-passing-slowly","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/quiet-hours-passing-slowly\/","title":{"rendered":"Quiet Hours Passing Slowly"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"660\" height=\"372\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/1EHtu9ewbtA?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-GB&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Quiet hours passing slowly<br \/>\nDay that was young is getting older<br \/>\nAnd a day that was never warm<br \/>\nWith a growing breeze is getting colder<br \/>\nAs the sun circles the sky<br \/>\nAnd the day &#8211; once born &#8211; will slowly die<br \/>\nWe lead our lives in the same way<br \/>\nDay to day, you and I<br \/>\nEach thing we do matters little<br \/>\nThe world will turn regardless of what we do,<br \/>\nQuiet hours are passing slowly,<br \/>\nRelish the peace, times like this are few.<\/p>\n<address>This poem in Croatian by Zanina Bilic<\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Quiet hours passing slowly Day that was young is getting older And a day that was never warm With a growing breeze is getting colder As the sun circles the sky And the day &#8211; once born &#8211; will slowly die We lead our lives in the same way Day &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[7],"tags":[65,1145],"class_list":["post-973","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","tag-life-2","tag-passing-of-time","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-fH","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3171,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/this-could-be-ireland-through-which-im-passing\/","url_meta":{"origin":973,"position":0},"title":"This Could Be Ireland Through Which Im Passing","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"24th September 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"On a train journey from Macedonia into Serbia back in 2010, at the border crossing we entered the Presevo Valley. 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