don't wait for the tick of a clock,
or the rolling credits after a film,
or the fall of autumn leaves,
or goodbye cards and elegies,
to realize that
life is short.
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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...
