Time passing by
The clock ticking
In its bitter rhyme
Never stopping from sight
As time comes and goes
We never feel the real flow
Its existence was the mark
The one we created at our start
Conscientious and deep it moves
Where does it lead?
Is our question in truth?
Moving forward it goes
Our dreams and feet,
Never ceasing its own
Humble swift groom
Time should not matter
The importance is too wrapped
Time never faiths
Nor our light dims
In our dreams lie
A pathway, that never
Shrinks or dies
As time passes by
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Author:
Dolphine (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Time is aware and alive as we are never diminish the power of your own existence.
- Category: Reflection
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