Dark Poetry #2 |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Dripping for some time by the ever steady time, Filling the universe with its mystical tick, When did it start, no one knows for sure, Forever it will tick and tock, No need to worry, so please rest assure, Meaning of end it fails to fabricate, To what does it measure, it surely cannot relate Infinite is its life span, For time cannot be banned, For if it fails to exist, We will surely miss the last tick. Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) [This message has been edited by Xeonox (edited 09-27-2000).] |
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jlocke Member
since 2000-09-10
Posts 169CC,TX |
Time is constant and relative here. But in the real world, a place that very few has ever been, it does not exist. Beautiful poem btw. Love is the law, love under will. |
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