malicious to the core, impatient to the letter e,
he's no respect of persons: neither 'His holiness nor His excellency'
he's coated in seamless shades of no color
riding with the wind, falling with every season
he graces with youth, but embraces us with age
never sittin still, he's loyal to none
he steals upon us
the wristwatch only a momento
he will not sit still, but revolve with every spell
knowing him I beg you
do not rouse my affections to hang onto what has been
neither should you stir desire for what has not been
tell not then of the shadows' best kept secrets
but teach me how to defy time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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