About the Poem
One day I realized how fast the time flies when you are in love. So, I named the poem "Hourglass."
Hourglass |
| by Jennifer |
| Measuring time is the work of those who have not loved. I forgot the sound that was falling grain by grain. That's how I accomplished love. When my time comes, I won't know if its my arrival or my departure. Only that in life I paid relentlessly what the good fire charged me. |
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Paul
Less is more...
christine
YOUR POEM IS DEEP & I CAN FEEL THE EMOTION IN IT,AS IF U WERE STANDING IN FRONT OF ME READING IT! GOOD LUCK IN UR DREAMS 2 B A POET!
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