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Time

Contributed by MuhammadShanazar on Tuesday, 28th November 2006 @ 07:16:36 AM in AEST
Topic: mystical



Time is the ultimate healer,
Of wounds deep and grievous,
Soaks the tears to bring them afresh,
A thing mazy round, braided coiled,
Without beginning or an end.

An incredible huge cycling wheel,
To which small cabins are fastened,
With the thin brittle rope of fate,
Moves on without rest or break,
Waits for none when is left behind.

Who knows when the cord breaks,
And who comes toppling down;
But it is painful to see one detached,
Hurling down deep headlong,
From the culminating heights.

It is invisible, always shocks man,
It has secret hands to fight back,
Undermines the cunning plans,
Only can be conquered with the deeds good.

A book wherein sketches are drawn and erased,
Its days, nights, months and years,
Are pages and chapters of rise and fall.
What it is? Beyond the mortal mind,
I keep silence so ask you to obey,
Lest we should confound it in confusion,
With Omnipotent entity of God.





Copyright © MuhammadShanazar ... [ 2006-11-28 07:16:36]
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Re: Time (User Rating: 1 )
by Stellar on Tuesday, 28th November 2006 @ 08:53:26 PM AEST
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Time can seem like your best friend or your worst enemy. But the bottom line is that it's all left up to God.

Very good poem.


Re: Time (User Rating: 1 )
by ClancyExistential on Wednesday, 29th November 2006 @ 01:15:37 AM AEST
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I believe that with all my heart, Time is the ultimate healer, and many many times have I met that healer....

In a poem I say that a few times,

......"time heals all,
love conquers nothing
but one's perceptions
blinding the truth,
she came there to kill me,
weilding a smile
she got what she wanted".......

...with secret hands to fight back with...

That's really strong..
I've printed it out and can't wait to read it again.

talk to you later.
Clancy


Re: Time (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 2nd December 2006 @ 12:07:35 AM AEST
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Dear friend, mentor and scholer, you've created an awesome masterpeice here.
huggs, big smiles,
emy


Re: Time (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Sunday, 7th January 2007 @ 12:30:43 PM AEST
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Wow. You write with so much wisdom. I simply love this write. (as I do all the others)
Peace and hugs,
Laura




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