Going , the time is going,
it keeps going and going
hold it's hand
catch it's moments
and it is still going
sorrow will come if wasting,
pain you will be tasting
keep it on your wrist
and it will end your thrift
win is what you will have
it is going...
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The Blossoming Night
PoetrySelf written poetry on the topics nature, romance, humor and others.