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Time is a River

Time is a River

 

Time is a river,

It ages, rages

Racing and chasing

Changing, remaining

When everything else disappears.

 

Time is a river,

It flows, it knows

Exactly where the hidden hide

It finds and guides

Lost souls it

Found me.

 

Time is a river

It heals it reveals

The hurt the worst

Of the demons and heeds

No one, no plan

Every span of life

It sees it feels

It waits for no one, no plan.

 

Time is a river

It runs or it races

Do we fight it or

Does it fight us?

For control or for love

Through the sand through the mud

Through the minds

Of the weak of the strong

It critiques, never wrong.

 

Time is a river

Forever and never

Does it stop?

It may slow down or run faster

Though every disaster

Celebrations, devastations

Heartache and joy

But it always runs.

Time is a river.

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Written by
WeepingWillow
15 / F / Canada
Published
Dec 8, 2024
Lines·Words
38·153
Tags
#time#melancholy#reflection#river#metaphor#passage#life
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