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#TIME Time is a Chariot bird, With life feathered wing; Flapping away seconds with unseen wing, And fades in the air like an icedroplets. Whenever I wait for it; It looks slow like the sight of a running cloud. Whenever am afraid of it; It runs so Swift like a chasing dog. Time with its magic swords, turn memories to flashes of a flickering light. I miss it when is there and gone. When it ticks; my heart feels boom! boom! An invaluable currency that worth no currency; That people will ever purchase even when it's not available. Everyday is a blessing of 86,400 seconds; which vanish without at night without remainder. Yesterday is today; tomorrow is yesterday. No matter how I grief on the death of a second; I always have it there gazing at me. ©️ emywrites
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
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#TIME Time is a Chariot bird, With life feathered wing; Flapping away seconds with unseen wing, And fades in the air like an icedroplets. Whenever I wait for it; It looks slow like the sight of a running cloud. Whenever am afraid of it; It runs so Swift like a chasing dog. Time with its magic swords, turn memories to flashes of a flickering light. I miss it when is there and gone. When it ticks; my heart feels boom! boom! An invaluable currency that worth no currency; That people will ever purchase even when it's not available. Everyday is a blessing of 86,400 seconds; which vanish without at night without remainder. Yesterday is today; tomorrow is yesterday. No matter how I grief on the death of a second; I always have it there gazing at me. ©️ emywrites
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
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