Time passes by, on and on.
I'm passing by, on and on.
Time is invisible.
I'm nearly invisible.
A cloaked thief,
Stealing through the world.
Take and take with no return.
Plunder on.
But things change. Time heals.
The dark of winter lifts
To herald spring.
Nature dances to time.
Can time change me?
Can I stop in time?
I bow my head and wait
for time to work its magic.
I really loved this poem, especially the second and fourth stanzas which add a new dimension to the general observations in their previous stanzas.
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