MomentsA Poem by EmilyAnother poem I wrote
As the clock on the wall ticks, it is just another reminder.
For what has been, for what it is now, and for what it will be in the future. As the hour hand slowly creeps upon the next number, it is just another reminder. A reminder that time passing and lives fading is inevitable. Time is a haunting virtue. With each second, we are walking memories. Fleeting lives and the attempt to capture our dreams, Within a time limit, we have not the slightest clue. Because we may never grasp the concept. The concept of life. We all miss it. When we are focusing on time, and the arrival of such events. Time distracts us, it only lets us see the bigger picture. When really life is about the brush strokes. We do not live in the hours. We live in the seconds. In these seconds, we get moments. And in these moment's, we create the ensemble called, Life.
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StatsAuthorEmilyWAAboutMy name is Emily. Just like everyone else on this website I have a passion for writing, and a yearn to share my work with other people. I like to write my feelings, it is the easiest way for me to c.. more..Writing
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