The seasons come the seasons go,
Summer heat and the winter snow,
But there is no Time. There is no Space.
The stars move in the sky,
The Sun and the Moon forever fly,
But there is no Space. There is no Time.
While the Mind hears the beating heart,
It knows there is a change but it’s just a work of art.
There is no Time and there no Space,
You know Life passe, by the wrinkles on your face.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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Comments4
Very well put
Thank you sir.Much appreciated
Good write D.
Thank you
Time can be an imaginary scenario in many lives David.
Andy
Indeed it can.Thanks for commenting
Beautifully written
Thank you much appreciated
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