May 20
The

Hands of  Time

Won't stop for gold

But knows to slow when

longing ebbs and flows


The

Hands of Time

are a rare rare find

But it can blind in

the coin of life


The

Hands of Time

Won't stop, we go

The seasons flow

Dream and destiny bestowed




How I long to hold and stroke the hands of time
Hands of time...
It's all about do and die, life is anyway
So many dreams so little time

Be back soon
Lyn x
Lyn-Purcell
Written by
Lyn-Purcell  23/F/United Kingdom
(23/F/United Kingdom)   
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