General Poetry posted January 1, 2018


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We can't control it.

Sometimes... Time.

by Heather Knight

Sometimes
It flies
On eagle's wings.

Sometimes
It crawls
Along
The floor.

Sometimes it hurts,
We want it gone.

Sometimes
We wish
To slow it down.

But time is
A cruel master.
It's liquid gold
That can't be tamed.

It's quicksilver
That slips
Between
Our
Fingers...

Sometimes...

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