TimeA Poem by SaraBored at work and so quiet I could hear the clock ticking away, which was pretty much my muse for this.Is it not a tangible thing? I can hear it tick by Tick Tick Tick Feel it fly or crawl by Wishing the Day would hurry Or wonder where it all went See the changes it makes Day to Night Young to Old Summer to Winter I Can grab it Do with it as I please Except turn it back Time Is Not Abstract
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StatsAuthorSaraHouston, TXAboutI'm a nerdy gamer druid girl. I'm very passionate about almost all the things I do. I write poetry kinda haphazardly and I'm working on a steampunk novel based on societal/political influences sorta. .. more..Writing
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