(Written on 18-3-21)
Time passes.
It always does.
It scares the masses.
It scares one.
Time is ever changing.
A second passes. A minute goes.
The time is always ranging.
We are ahead yet behind we know.
Nothing is permanent...
Even we will go...
Time will be the only thing remnant...
Invisible, Inevitable, and Quiet as snow.
Time.
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Poems
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote. Some are about the damage we have done. Some are about me. Some are just random.
