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For moments, time seemed to be dead.
I felt the hours in my head.
They stopped to stay,
I blocked their way,
They ruined the day...

I see the mourning time has come
And Death became our number one...
We use what we've been taught,
We use the thought, we use our mind
To have the vision of the blind...

We're in the deepest dark we know,
We want to flee, but we must bow.
Oh, this won't last...

The hours go, the hours passed.
But time is fast
and I am slow...
This is written in high school. About 4 years ago...
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SmokeStories Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
my humble opinion: o perspectiva quite interesting asupra timpului. se vede ca nu e scrisa "la maturitate"(lol), dar ideea poezelei e foarte bine conturata.
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Anotheroutsider Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
:D
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