Each little,
Second,
Turns life,
Into wonders.
Time moves us.
It makes us,
Get up on our feet.
And challenge the world we see.
But it can be,
Dangerous,
And destructive.
If mortals bear it in their hands.
Time makes us,
Do things in haste.
Make us repeat the,
Same mistakes.
It blinds us.
Not letting us,
Thoroughly see,
The pain that might hit us.
That's why,
When time was not around,
All the days seemed,
Brighter.
So I don't,
Hate time.
But I don't,
Love time.
I'm undecided.
Not sure.
But you try and
Decide.
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Hey guys! My inspiration is very slow! And I am really sorry about my other book, The Weaving Girl. IT TAKES EFFORT!!!!!!! Sorry though....but yeah my writing life is going downhill. But as always, imma bring it back up. Okay so how did you like this poem? Oh and comment if you love time or hate it after reading this poem.
Your Happy Duckling,
~Mansi The Demigod
