Time is strange
Time is cruel
It make me change
My perception of duel
When I was younger
I was more happy
Now I have hunger
of when I wore nappy
Why all gets worse
while you get older
It seems a curse
where live gets colder
Time is strong
Time is sententious
Something feels wrong
Now all is more contentious
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Autor:
Blake (Seudónimo) (
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- Comentario del autor sobre el poema: I know I am too young to talk about time but it has already changed me and opened my eyes in a variety of ways.
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- Lecturas: 24
- Usuarios favoritos de este poema: Mauro Enrique Lopez Z., El Hombre de la Rosa, racsonando, Ricardo Castillo.
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My dear poet friend,
Sometimes time is cruel, and no matter how young or old you are, time will always be an interesting queen (for not saying something vile.)
Sending you a big hug.
Thanks for your coment dear friend, I send you a hug back, have a nice day.
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