oh! yes i'm racing with time
i think i'm falling behind
so many whispers coming to mind
i just let go take their line
those sweet voices passing by
keep on going even i don't rhyme
one moment i look up the clock
i was expecting; something knock
a pine cone falling from tree top
silence for short a snap then chirps
i wonder what words do they have
i guess they too talking about love
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