TIME
Time flies
Away
From me
But where
It goes,.
I know not
You see.
Oh, it's
All
Smoke
And mirrors,
A vanishing
Act...
Time performs
It
With precision
On the
Arms
Of every
Clock.
I'm left
With memories
Of the
Yester whiles
Even as
I age
And my
Hair turns
Gray white.
Time holds
The power
To heal
But to
Wound
Too...
Oh Time
You're
Delightfully
Frightening!
If you
Only choose
One
Of the two.
Yes, Time
Flies
Lives age
But I
Intend to
Live
It up
Until
I turn
A vampire'a age!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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