If the heavens allow me
To grasp time within my palm
Surely it would stop
To allow me to wallow in sloth
Or experience the memories
My senses would gladly enjoy
To be fond of the world
Or contemplate its meaning
But time is not a bird to be cage
Even the Heavens knew it
So it flew in the sky
Like a rocket with burning fuel
Leaving us to wonder about it.
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Random Imaginations
PoetryRandom Imaginations is my first poetry collection of my new Wattpad account, @DonJuanMarco. This poetry collection will contain 40 poems whose subjects range from love, desire, anxiety, feelings, from light and dark feelings. Anything under the sun...
