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Time

The time is moving somewhere south
But people runing to the north
Some people try to understand
But that's impossible for them

They try to catch the wasted years
Reveal the secrets of the life
But that's impossible for them
It's just another waste of time

They moving faster every year
But time is constant as it seems
The problem is as old as time
The different ways - the north the south

They rising up and falling down
The man is stubborn same as time
But generations past and so
They distant more than once before

The reasons lost in senseless wars
The arguments were left alone
And only thing that ever last
Is time that never going back

LikeAFirefly

@LikeAFirefly

Poet, Autumn lover, rain lover, pianist, funny (gonna write jokes too).

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