Time.

Time.

A Poem by Bohemian Lizzie
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Do we really master time or does time master us?

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Time,the slow grinder,
the one that awaits all.
Time,the one who feeds
on love and memory,
the one who destroys all.
Time,the one who hides
in patios full of potted plants,
who sleeps in dark corners,
who remembers you and me,
faces, names and all.
Time,never a slave,
always our stern master.
Time,the one whom we lost
playing long ago
in a now empty garden,
meeting once in a while,
in cities we hated and loved.
Time,the one we betrayed
not once but twice,
the one who has forgiven us
out of pity,not of love.


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© 2020 Bohemian Lizzie


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Added on September 10, 2020
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Bohemian Lizzie
Bohemian Lizzie

Buenos Aires, Argentina



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