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Mocking me

Time she keeps on mocking,
But the old monk is all tranquil.
Peace written all over the face,
Is this the lull before the storm?

But the birds...
They chirp & sing their own songs

Time she keeps questioning me
It’s heart is  red but i can’t see
Playing with me and with my mind
Revealing thoughts of all kinds.

As the sun goes down ,time ,she will slide,
And steal the light from the ground

Time she will stare at me  all mute,
As my heart turns lute yea
Time will stand still and wait on me,
As  I lose my yesteryears in shadows of what I could be yea
Time she ogles at me,
As the morn is draped as green as can be, yea

Time sees me 
As i clean drops of dew from words that seem so true yea
Time she keeps on mocking
Time she keeps on mocking

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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