Time Poem by Garrett Richardson
Time
A windstorm dropped a bird from the sky
It fell to the ground
Its dreams broke and died
But as time passed by
Back to the skies it flied
Because wounds heal in time
The bird was alright
Time is the death
And the healing
I'll take my last breath
Because death can be deceiving
Time is the past, the now, and tomorrow
Days fly so fast
And it leaves me so hollow
Your like a rabbit in a hat, cat on a mat, a turtle mating with a rat. #TAITKNOWSRHYMES
This is such a good poem. Well set out and well written. Glad to see another young student who is interested in poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 11:19:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yuh ur teh worzt at tis poum riting stuf. Juz Suhying.