My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

Time

Time is a pair of scissors
that cuts the past
nostalgia
til we can hear no more
the howling of sorrow
time is a raging fire
that burns lovesickness
to ashes
a wonderful memory will finally
become just a trace
of air
time is the shadow in the dark
with a face can’t be seen
and its moving footsteps
can’t be followed.

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Comments on: "Time" (2)

  1. Beautiful.

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