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Untitled (A Poem about Life)


amayana

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Time flows so slowly…

It flows like an inconspicuous streamlet

Through forsaken forests;

It gently paints curvy lines

Onto ethereal faces.

And someday, my love…

Some day it will simply draw your innocent heart

Into the abyss of its seasoned soul.

 

 

(Your thoughts, feelings, comments, whatever are appreciated. Thank you.)

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