Into the woods, I venture alone.
Every nook and cranny, stick or stone
- it was all mine to roam.
At first it seemed forlorn.
To be with people or go as one
- I was torn.
But when the decision was made,
it didn't matter what I said.
Everyone left while I stayed.
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Gone was time • poetry collection
PoetryYou don't see it. You don't hear it. You don't feel it. Quietly, it creeps away like a sinful thief, stealing all your moments, your months, your memories and gone was time. More often than not, many of us don't fully comprehend the weight a moment...
