Time (fog globe)

Time is nothing that becomes something when you are born and again ceases to exist at your death.

time to time,
a cloud hangs
over the skies
gray and bleak,
you fade away
disappear into the mist
as if nothing exists.

time to time you are lost,
stuck in memories.

then appears the sun…

A reply to a philosophical post, asking a question of time.

Poetry

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