Fast.
Too fast time passed by,
leaving two old souls in
its wake with only faint
memories of yesterdays
buried deep down
somewhere
where time stands still.
- E.A
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Bits and pieces
PoetryJust a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years. |On-going|
Time
Fast.
Too fast time passed by,
leaving two old souls in
its wake with only faint
memories of yesterdays
buried deep down
somewhere
where time stands still.
- E.A
