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
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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
https://steemit.com/poemchallenge/@margaretwise/poemchallenge-results-by-margaretwise-poetry-is-a-heartfelt-desire
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