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    Time Flies:

    Faster now,
    Time flies from view,
    I race a path,
    A river – blue,
    A dragonfly,
    A sunny hue.

    Things I know,
    But can’t explain,
    The reason for
    The pouring rain,
    The fire’s smoke,
    The fleeing train,
    A dying Oak,
    A quiet plane.

    With blinding speed,
    My thoughts now drain,
    Down the path,
    And down the lane,
    With final croak,
    From final grain,
    Fast to choke,
    And fast to feign.

    My thoughts die fast,
    In time’s short frame.
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    I like poems written in short lines, especially they have a touch of a prose. Your writing reminds me of a lyrical self of modern era who is trying to express the surrounding and the changing things in it in words and in a glimpse of an eye. Was that your inspiration?
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    (Original post by Kallisto)
    I like poems written in short lines, especially they have a touch of a prose. Your writing reminds me of a lyrical self of modern era who is trying to express the surrounding and the changing things in it in words and in a glimpse of an eye. Was that your inspiration?
    Yes! I felt pressure - I was writing when I was studying and time exerted itself on me so greatly I had to flee through words.

    I escaped through this. I felt that I was also writing about time's fickle nature. How it fades into such basic memories and images in the memory. How time trickles and erodes the memories we hold.

    Thanks for reading!
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    (Original post by JPO92)
    Yes! I felt pressure - I was writing when I was studying and time exerted itself on me so greatly I had to flee through words.

    I escaped through this. I felt that I was also writing about time's fickle nature. How it fades into such basic memories and images in the memory. How time trickles and erodes the memories we hold.

    Thanks for reading!
    You are welcome! written poems like this one are a good method to escape from real world and the stress for a while to get a clear mind back. It really works!
 
 
 
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