Time - Mayed Al Qasimi 05/01/2010
I gawp and then the trance begins I see a future that thirteen will cast Time is not linear as my soul ascends What once was is not yet the past Tomorrow holds a promise to kiss So gently the sun rattles the mast Around and around, it shall not miss This is the birth of what is to last If you can, do understand this No more the world, behold, avast Choose wisely, my friend, the path to bliss For life will pass by really fast 6 Comments | AuthorMayed Al Qasimi ArchivesJanuary 2012 PoemsAll |

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