Poem
Time is a flower
It grows and withers
You won't find the same flower twice
Time passed is lost
All you'll be left with are memories and regrets
So if the time comes to run
I pray you don't sit still...but race with the cheetahs#yverypoems
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Lost Souls
PoetryPoems from the depths of my heart The abyss of my mind The heights of my soul