Time


Time 

Where does it go?

Giving cherished moments

But will the hours pass

Fast or slow?

Please, don’t go,

Please, don’t pass,

Is what I should ask?

Please stay and 

take it slow?

Please, no harm

I don’t mean to alarm.

The words just come 

And all seems 

suddenly undone.

 
And timeless,

How would that flow?

It’s something to ponder

As I sit here with the wind

And wonder is 

Blue your true color?

What happens

When one wanders

in and out of

The wild blue

Yonder.

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