Time Poem by Ahi Mirza

Time

Time flies my heart dies
Plucking flowers for peoples delight
It feels like I am flying
But deep down I am falling.
Dagger of time spares no one,
Time is like a pheonix
It starts where it ends.

Tuesday, February 4, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers,time
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