Time Out

Time does not saunter
Its a sprinter
That leaves you cold.

Hurtling headlong
Every scenic route
You`d prefer to have strolled.

And a love professed forever
Beneath a fleeting endless sky
Is condensed by the heavens
To the blinking of an eye.





Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2015-12-28 at 13:11

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well said. The older you get, the faster time seems to go.
2015-12-29



So true and such a shame that time stops for no one.
So well said.
Ashe
2015-12-28