Time Flies

It flies on

Little silver wings

Metal like clockwork

Pounding silently

In the cool night air




It dips one

Fragile foot

In a still

Crystal pond

Ripples following

In its wake




A quick thing with

Wide golden eyes

Watching as we

Breath our first

And our last

Breaths




The creature that

Knows all

Yet will never live

Must be

So lonely indeed





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