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Time Itself
Contributed by
Mortis-Dark
on
Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 06:28:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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It passes and it goes.
Never to be sought after again.
One moment in time.
The sound the clock makes after passing the hour nine.
Creeping suddenly in a corner of gloom.
We reach nine.
The hollow footsteps repeat moments of old.
Running out.
Stunningly we gaze.
The hour passes.
Time is time.
We seek it for our own.
We never make the most of what we have.
I crave for more.
This is place where you can smell the food,
but cant touvh the silverware.
Another moment in time.
Copyright ©
Mortis-Dark
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2004-04-06 18:28:53]
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Re: Time Itself
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by Kie on
Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 06:46:40 PM AEST
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| Time fascinates me. I thought you expressed your thoughts regarding this subject extraordinarily well. Enjoyed your poem... Kie |
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Re: Time Itself
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by STRaNGe_LiNDSeY on
Wednesday, 7th April 2004 @ 04:51:28 PM AEST
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No we dont have enough time and you have written this beautifully. Great write Mortis
Lindsey |
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