Time does a lot of things;
It brings us seasons of memories
Of present and past
And life and loves.
It heals and wounds,
And time knows how to stands still.
Often it rushes by
Way to fast before out eyes.
It makes us old,
Yet reminds us of our youth.
Time is more then a word
It is its own entity
Its own death and birth.
Time means very little to one
Unless it is within the fleeting
Moments of life.
Hold it close as you never know
When it will disappear
Right before your eyes.
SITO ~ amanda curtis
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1 Response Aug 1, 2010

Time moves throgh<br />
memory and anticipation<br />
It remains still<br />
for now<br />