Entry: Time Sunday, July 04, 2004



Time

The amorphous matters of time
triggers the onset,
it takes no shape like others
who shivers in the sight,
the second hand ticks away
wasting the precious jewel,
time, and adament force
it's existence is known
quite wide spread through out
but with fate in our hands
we lead on with our doubt
erratic changes spring upon us
it often assuages the pain
which comes along with time
secrets of time, still remain arcane

   1 comments

shocked
July 4, 2004   06:26 PM PDT
 
whoa this poem is awesome. even tho some words i dont know i still think is so cool nice

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