Time
Leafing through the book of our destiny Quite an impatient time. Pages where we were once alone Burned long ago by the old light. I remember those days when I was young, The secrets of those days were hidden by me a simple day. I'm sad to think that times have passed, Remained one ... life has passed perishing my... So time is cruel, losses are fast. I follow the departed. Do not catch up with them, forgot, left. Will I be lost, too? But time is running out, Not stop, Here is our old house on the edge of the forest, And it's time you killed me. The last moment, the last meeting, With you meeting, o time! We must remember that all of us are far from eternal, And we will come to an end in this world. ******************* Co-authored with the wonderful author @tom_glinvayn Thank You ☺️ Thank and the project https://www.surgebook.com/weird_owl/book/proekt-pishem-sovmestno for a great idea✨
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Corry T'Erickson
@Valour And Faith I'm happy☺✨
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@Valour And Faith Thank you very much💕
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Valour And Faith
Always welcome bro 😊💞🙌
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