My life could be taken
In a blink of an eye;
Down the path forsaken
As each second goes by.
Moved through the time
Like dew on a leaf;
The clock begins to chime
Smoke of my own breath.
Time’s ticking in my ear,
Freezing words I have to say;
Tears glittering my fear,
Fading moments go away!
Slipping through fingers
Like water and sand;
The sheen of dew lingers
Tiny dancer in my hand.
I beseech the moon in blaze,
But time keeps ticking faster;
The clock is shaping my days,
Stumbling me in this disaster.
Days are coming, years go...
I love you all, I want you know!
(Ludmila, 2015)
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