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.
…you, me, gone…
only
the scattered words
will stay.
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Beautiful thought. Hopefully mine are burnt along side me. I know, dark, but i will never be satisfied and best they fade than be read.
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we all hide a little darkness somewhere, but when it comes out in words – it almost seems a little brighter 🙂
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Hmmm…🙃💛🎶🎶🎶
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Thanks for share this post
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😄have a great day. 🎶🎶
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well crafted, well done. Thank you for sharing that.
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