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 passes by the wrinkles on your face.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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- Published: May 14th, 2024 17:21
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Comments3
Yes, time marches on. Good write.
Thank you mi amigo
Good write D.
Thank you
So true David, time is immeasurable.
Andy
Indeed.Thanks for reading and commenting
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