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Time
Contributed by
essential
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Sunday, 24th January 2010 @ 03:05:39 AM in AEST
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The time it runs through my hands like water
I try to squeeze my fingers but I
Just can't stop the stream
And with each drop
It parts a year
I stay still
Hide
But soon
I recognize
I can not fool time
Maybe my hair is coloured
But for time it is gray like a cloud
I am already dieing and my hands are empty
Copyright ©
essential
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2010-01-24 03:05:39]
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Re: Time
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by MyConscious on
Sunday, 24th January 2010 @ 05:02:28 PM AEST
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A very nice but melancholic piece, something every person will have to deal with at one point in their lives or another. The last three lines are my favorite and I think they possess the most feeling. Writing is a wonderful way to fill a personal void or sense of emptiness that sometimes comes with age. I don't consider myself old but my mind wonders to such things all the time.
Very nice work essential, I hope to read more in the future. |
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Re: Time
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 27th January 2010 @ 12:29:58 PM AEST
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| There is a calm feeling when reading this and I think that's because it just seems to flow from start to finish. I enjoyed reading it. |
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