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The Turning Hands

June 2, 2014
By lmoreno BRONZE, Buenos Aires, Other
lmoreno BRONZE, Buenos Aires, Other
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Hills behind, huge mountains ahead
Every moment, every pleasure
Dangling loosely by a thread

Unnoticed and silently, it swifts beside us,
Abducting breaths and opportunities
and rushes away, leaving just a trail of memories

Passing by us, eyes confused and daring.
Our kind arms will be empty soon,
And abjectly, we’ll realize,

To apologize, it's too late
To appreciate the pleasure
To Burry down the pain

Pause and breathe, think and turn
Let each tock tick
Time doesn’t exist,
Humans do.



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