Time is my own personal irony
in moments it has been my best friend,
yet, in hours, has become my worst enemy.
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and I feel this could be something we all can relate to...if not most of us...I like what you exhale here and it has an aura and feel of wisdoms flowing from its mass...when we are young...time is plenty...when we get older...it is sparse...i feel
thank you for your wonderful entry

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Well said indeed! At times it seems that time imprisons us but it will always eventually set us free.I am certain that there is not one person to have walked this earth who has not felt this at one time or another in their life.
Well done Misty! ps have not heard from u in a while...every thing ok?


