We cannot see it . We cannot touch it. We cannot feel it. Some of us wish to rewind time, some of us want to surpass the hard times a little quicker. We don't appreciate time. We hate time. The best moments of us pass too fast and get forgotten. The worst moments of us stick like glue for forever. Time has no name, yet it is our enemy. Why does it have to be like that ? We don't know, because time can't talk to us. It's invisible. It haunts us. We get older each day while time watches us. It wants us to become better, but we only make fools of ourselves. Time erases bad times after a few years pass. "Things" we used to cry about become "things" we can't seem to remember what they were about...
18.12.2021
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Short Poems
شِعر„If we weren't drunk that day, would you put everything on replay?"
