the times race from me
run to the hills
hide i must before
it comes
cold with a touch
of hate
I always loved your smile
and away we go
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a good piece of poetry which you have presented here, ah time, it takes us, every second is lost as we move towards the fields of love and hate. it's a cold existence.
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i love the simplicity in your work. i wish I could write like you my friend. your words are always so delicately peiced together into perfection. i really like how you seperated the two parts of this piece, they each in there own mean something different, but put together mean something as a whole as well. in the first piece, i like how you split the lines, i could almost feel the rush, the need to race and hide. and in the second piece, i could almost feel the cold haterid, and the passion of love. wonderful piece. never dissapointed from your work. thank you so much for sharing my friend. always a wonderful read. ♥
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Lost the smile, but love the write. If I could run,it would be sudden and quick. Time races faster than what should be and it seems that we run ahead if we can. I always miss the good times when running, but the bad alway catches up. Everything you write is beautiful. The way it is is the way it is. Sometimes you just have to stay where you are. To be what you have to be is a must.In many places love with a previous sound of truth is found. Your writing makes me want to read more. I never seem to be able to say what I want in mine 'cause I don't want to hear what everybody else wants to say about the situation.
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