Time goes by so fast, my life sinks into an abyss, every minute you draw away from my destiny.
For me, the hours are long, so today I ask you to stop, that my heart can not stand it anymore, please keep the present time;
The past I'm not going to reproach you because they were times of delight, but the future I fear to face, that's why I repeat: stop.
Watch not mark the hours, because being faint, with each tick of your needles I think I will go crazy.
hehe nice poetry
My Congratulations and Thank you
Poetry is homeless speech, an orphan. Speech, which takes from all the languages of the world, but is not itself a language: it is, in each incarnation, a one-time statement that arises when something outside of the order happens in the mind of the poet or in the world.
Great writing I am honored @margaretwise
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