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River Of Time
The sands of Time keep falling in the glass,
While few feathers remain now in our caps,
Glories or falls we have come to amass,
Will turn tall tales to children on our laps;
The past that once upon a time exists,
Is like the fallen bridge we left behind,
And if the memory of this persists,
We might rebuild, but of another kind;
Moments could never be the same again,
For once a river's water passes by,
To seek the sea and mix with brine then rain,
When Fate was left to waves, its dreams may die;
.....What stops the flow of Time to run its plan?
.....If none, then plan your life the best you can.
poem
by
Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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