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A spurr of the moment poem. I asked my friend Jonas to give me a subject. He said "time" and this is the result :)
Chapters
Heeding nothing
No obstacle shall bar its path.
Time creeps as moss
Tangling its way
Through sycamore branches.
Time lounges like a shadow
Bending, curving
But never breaking.
Age sneaks up
Pouncing on the unsuspecting
Stalking like a predator.
Age delves it's roots
Digging deeper and deeper
Gaining stability.
Age stretches as the sun
Rising and falling
Only to come again.
Time is inevitable
It continues to flow.
Age is a state of mind
It can be overcome.