Strangers running through time,
To and fro, searching.
Once again it happens,
The distance between us fades,
Fades but for a moment,
A moment that turns into a minute,
A minute turns into hours,
Hours turn into eternity,
Eternity that lasts for only just the moment.
But the meeting we had,
The time we shared,
Is all but a dream to me now.
Time has slipped through our fingers
and once again my friend
Time is running away.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 12:05 AM UTC
Strangers running through time,
To and fro, searching.
Once again it happens,
The distance between us fades,
Fades but for a moment,
A moment that turns into a minute,
A minute turns into hours,
Hours turn into eternity,
Eternity that lasts for only just the moment.
But the meeting we had,
The time we shared,
Is all but a dream to me now.
Time has slipped through our fingers
and once again my friend
Time is running away.
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