I'm hurtling through space,
Like a meteorite.
Praying for God's grace.
I wonder if I'll shine bright.
Days passing by,
Left and right people will leave.
Alone I sit and cry,
In a plane and on the fly-
I grieve.
For our memories,
So many stories.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
