Tipping TimeA Poem by Angela MulleyAutumn leaves fell from trees as the north wind blew, to a place -- previously only grass and flowers knew. Then land began to freeze --later came the snow, which turned to a muddy pool when ice began to thaw. Spring revealed an April grey above hills and flowers blue, a colour--previously only clear, cold skies knew.
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3 Reviews Added on March 24, 2011 Last Updated on March 24, 2011 AuthorAngela MulleyRUNCORN, North West, United KingdomAboutInfinity, regardless of what the human mind might think, exists not merely without time, but without the individual concept of time too. And while this concept would not exist without an individual mi.. more..Writing
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