Time is a fickle thing
It gives, it takes, it remakes
Yet it is bound, like the ocean to the moon
Time is a fickle thing
It creates, it rotates, and repeats
Yet it will not last, you see
Just like an azalea and it's bee
It'll take flight and go
To find another world and so
Time will simply leave
Weathered, old, and dull,
And let eternity take its place
Underneath this cosmic space
With it's never-ending, shining face.
A.C.
{March 28, 2017}
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Brave Poetry
PoetryThis is my first poetry book. I was a bit nervous at first to post anything on wattpad. But I finally decided to be brave. Please enjoy :) Angel's Poetry Collection # 1
