Time

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Time

Time ticks by,
forever a never-ending reminder
of the past,
the present,
and what is to come
of the time I spend with you
Untamable,
uncontrollable,
losable
Time is of the essence
So I spend my moments,
hours,
and seconds with you,
never knowing when time will stop

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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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