Time is like a wave
In the ocean of life.
We ride upon it
Carrying memories of strife.
We are but a leaf,
Floating on time.
We carry the taste
Of a sweet lime.
Space is but an ocean,
Holding everything in it.
It's voice unheard
Unless it throws a fit.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
