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Sep 2
Minutes and seconds soon tick by.
In a blinking flash of light,

To decipher such a velocity,
Must I pause such an entity?

Only to drink in every moment--
Which was savorously sipped away
Like a bottle of good, old wine.

I dare not meddle with such a thing so divine.
So divine,
Like each slipping grain of time.
Asmita Ray
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Asmita Ray  15/F/India
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