If I can trap time? Poem, by The BlackShakespeare, at My poetic side

If I can trap time in a bottle, what would I do with her...

She is like the wind, we can't see her, but she is there.

Time is like water, she slips through your hands, if you grab her.

Another year has come and gone.

Some persons who were here last year are gone.

Time is a measure of existence....

Time waits for no man....

So do want you can, when and how you can.

For at the end....Time will always win.

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