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I am waiting for something impossible to foresee.
Here and now is something possible to feel, no to see.
Previous days are puzzles from our remembrances.
Past, present and future, they're three linked faces.

We are drops of time,
and we are unable to solve this crime,
because time has no color, shape or taste.
Time has no weight and ephemeral fate.

Marcondes Pereira

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Topic(s) of this poem: human being,time

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George Krokos 18 April 2017

and we are unable to solve this crime, - what crime are you talking about?

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Marcondes P 21 April 2017

Hi, George! Good evening! The crime I speak about in this poem is the fact that, we can't explain what time really is although it really affect our lives, daily.

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