TimeA Poem by KanaDreamTime sweet time The ever flowing stream The straight and narrow never ceasing line Sweet moments glitter in the past New memories that will not last History is long ago The future we have yet to know The present is an instant long An instant later it is gone The future becomes present as the present becomes past Nothing of time can we grasp Except that soon At a time we do not see Time will be taken From you and me.
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