time

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  • Life

    time

    it takes hold of us, with an un-distorted face .
    there is no pause, we must enjoy his ryme.
    there are no stops, 'till deaths embrace.
    nothing can prevent it's shivering sieze.
    from the greatest stars,
    to the tiny flea.
    we are but animate wander's,
    forced into it's game.
    traveling the roads of time,
    destined to die, all the same.


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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    strechless5’s Poems (7)

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