The Truth Of My Time
My time
-I am Nothing
we are Nothing
yet we became something
the very existence of Time which runs
The very existence which made Us….unites Us
As the sands of time run
I will fade in the world
Memories which held now gove
The benign touch of the heavens now a mystery
The beginning, the end
Time yet a river where soul run
Children play, and love is earned
It became and now it is gone
But I learned
Of the will, that time itself wrote.
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