Once an age in the land of oblivion
On the lap of time dwells everybeing
Such today and no tomorrow
Eras,regimes,generations and tenures
Comes and flew
A supernatural sentforth a great valour
To save the puzzle of 'time'
But after so much toil
The great valour becomes a old gallant
And at the verge of death
Where, no where but his home a necropolis will be.
He gave an inked leafy scroll to a young lad
To yield to the supernatural who claim unscathed or aged
But will be after centuries.
Rather the parchment reads;
"Time is not thine neither mine
The little thing in it space line
Turns fate around so fine
Even a feather to a cone pine
It waiteth not
And can never fall shot
With its little finger so short
Great things come forth
It permiteth not excuse
And doesn't care why you're confused
Yes it does produce your muse
If you don't with it make a fuse
Misusing time in a slight,
Lost the trip which needed a flight
Or rather gone chance to a greater height
After all the work and plight.
THE ILL AND HEAL REST IN TIME
©Adeyi_Mary_Mayomikun
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 5:40 PM UTC
Once an age in the land of oblivion
On the lap of time dwells everybeing
Such today and no tomorrow
Eras,regimes,generations and tenures
Comes and flew
A supernatural sentforth a great valour
To save the puzzle of 'time'
But after so much toil
The great valour becomes a old gallant
And at the verge of death
Where, no where but his home a necropolis will be.
He gave an inked leafy scroll to a young lad
To yield to the supernatural who claim unscathed or aged
But will be after centuries.
Rather the parchment reads;
"Time is not thine neither mine
The little thing in it space line
Turns fate around so fine
Even a feather to a cone pine
It waiteth not
And can never fall shot
With its little finger so short
Great things come forth
It permiteth not excuse
And doesn't care why you're confused
Yes it does produce your muse
If you don't with it make a fuse
Misusing time in a slight,
Lost the trip which needed a flight
Or rather gone chance to a greater height
After all the work and plight.
THE ILL AND HEAL REST IN TIME
©Adeyi_Mary_Mayomikun
Times does flies and remain
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