Time Poem by Aram Stefanian
Time
I don't understand how the time works
It's too fast and too slow at the same time
It can be rough, it can be good
Inexorable and misunderstood
It can heal wounds, it may change mood
Making you turn into some squirrel food
Hanging too heavy on our empty hands
Leading us away into mysterious farther lands
I don't understand why the love hurts
Making us hate and lose our sand
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