She's allover the earth, I smell her in the air
She chimes accross my ears like the weaver birds of so many years who clauster the bank of an ancient river's tears
She is a lioness that waits upon her cubs by the hearth, amidst winter's cold and dearth
She is the true meaning of day and night
She's a mansion of so many accomodations yet un-mentioned
She has put life itself in detention, for All will pause should her pulse rust. Her name is TIME.
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Very poignant and exquisite write and rich definition of time.Time will i know have more allusions than we think over it with it.Enjoyed your poem.It felt like a cappuccino with time what defined an evening for me.Moment went on this way for a comment to be yours this time..cheers