The RudeTime
He went away, he went away
i asked him to wait for me,
but he flew like the dry leaves broken
from the tree.
I thought i would hold him tightly in my hand,
but he sliped from my hand like the shores sand.
I thought i would leave him behind,
i searched him but couldn't find.
He was very rude to me
even he not gave any warning to see,
which i think was a sin-
and went as if i was no one for him.
He runs as the bullet fired from a gun.
Time is rude to everyone.
Time is rude to everyone.
-Rebeca
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