sorting out the time,
filled up to the brim,
a bright sunny smile,
eyes oh! so grim...
moves ahead
with a tick tock dash
or goes crawling by,
a big bang of passing hour..
as the sands of time
slips through the bore
as a river moves,underground
with bated breath,
upto the shore..
extends with sadness,
lessening its pace,
moments lost like,
lost eyes on a sad face...
widening the horizons
for lost memoirs dime,
beyond the endless space
in race against time...
~how time paces itself, sometimes it crawls by on a sad night, or flies away on a dreamy day...
how we change with it, or how it changes us...
~~thefallenpoet
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