Time's Projection Poem by Sandra Feldman

Life, just flies away, And we are but units of Time, Ticking away, With all our imperfections 10000000000000000000000000000000000000++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Increments in eternity, falling from the hands of time, your lonely moon is my resting place, where I have found a peace of mind, a place where balance frames a scene, where time is but a passing breath, and oh how sweet a kindred soul, to recite such sweet words with her breath

Time! ! Ticking away. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Very nice poem. Time certainly stops for no one.