<center>Time
by Droqen
Time is water, time is sand,
running quickly from your hand,
sifting through your fingertips,
it is slick and it so slips,
can't be stopped,
out of control,
but also
stiff
as wood
and bone, it's
still a fluid, though
a solid, fast and slow,
you will never know, but
without time, well, life is nil,
makes no sense, it never will,
but time is real and time is true,
it's around us through and through.</center>
So... I decided to leave this here. I didn't want to lose it... It's probably my favourite poem of all the ones I've made.
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