TimeA Poem by EnigmaIt's unstoppable This tide of time All the memories lost Which once used to be mine It's enescapable This grief of loss It just happens to be my luck I guess I lost the toss It's healing All my past wounds The pain is awaiting burial In its alotted tomb It flies like a bird It falls off like sand And we continue our journey Through these unknown lands © 2008 EnigmaReviews
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