A stranger - Plays with you
like an old friend sometimes,
yet shows a different shade
in its fleeting.
Offers no reasons
for its changing seasons.
Sometimes stops
to make a moment larger than life
and sometime just flies away
like a bird in hurry to kiss the horizon.
Holds you in its warped
clutch sometimes
yet lets you kiss
its open palms other times.
Time is like a man,
changing all the time,
travelling and wandering
like a grain of sand
on the wings of a whim's wind.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
A stranger - Plays with you
like an old friend sometimes,
yet shows a different shade
in its fleeting.
Offers no reasons
for its changing seasons.
Sometimes stops
to make a moment larger than life
and sometime just flies away
like a bird in hurry to kiss the horizon.
Holds you in its warped
clutch sometimes
yet lets you kiss
its open palms other times.
Time is like a man,
changing all the time,
travelling and wandering
like a grain of sand
on the wings of a whim's wind.
