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Wings of Time

Peering through portals of time
On gossamer wings
Just past 89
Cherished  moments
Crystal bottles
Blue Haze
Memories never fade
Seems like only yesterday
Small tyke I was
Could run like the wind
Running so fast so free
Barely touching the ground 
I was on
Feeling  sure so secure
Wished it Could've
Lasted forever
Oh those wondrous years
Away and away
Nighty night time travelers
Good night sweetheart
Clocks unravel
Churchbell chimes
The sign of the times
Clocks winding down
Tick tock tick tock
Seconds to minutes
Tick tock tick tock
Hours to day
Day by day
Ebbing nights 
Years shine ahead
Echoing our lives
And 
Going through time
On gossamer wings....










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Allison Avatar
February 23, 2015 at 12:42 PM
Love the image and the imagery Tony - lovely flow to the poem and clever use of repeated lines:-) hugs jan xxx 7 xx
Allison Avatar
February 23, 2015 at 1:14 PM
I'm doing fine ... so far Tony - I guess in time the tears will flow:-( Hugs Jan xxx
Camacho Avatar
February 23, 2015 at 12:55 PM
Jan always nice to hear from you and thank you for being on board with my writings,I don't write for everyone only the ones that enjoy my style.. Hope all is well...lov Tony
Hunjeri Avatar
February 23, 2015 at 12:10 PM
You start your poem with such a beautiful line "peering through portals of time" and the rest flows so well. I love that. Def a 7!
Camacho Avatar
February 23, 2015 at 12:24 PM
Njeri,you made my heart smile ,indeed it was a joy to write thank you,glad you enjoyed..tonytocaa
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