Time flies in whirls of blue,
As memories in clouds rain down,
Drowning this urge to cry,
Floating to the Heavens on wings of deceit,
Melting in the eyes of judgment.
Become one with nature once more.
Crashing with a broken spirit.
“Time heals all wounds”
Says the minute hand to the Reaper.
Author notes
The use of the word Heavens is used for sky. not the spiritual term.
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