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Slowly
Slowly
It flows
Always too slow
When you want it to go faster
And always too fast
When you want it to slow down
It goes on and on
And yet
It's not truly there
It's something you never have
Enough of
It can be measured in different ways
You can't touch it
Or taste it
Or smell it
But you can feel it
And sometimes even hear it
We're the only ones who can
Grasp this concept
Otherwise we wouldn't
Know it existed
What is it
You ask
Why
It's
TIME
- by Niamh_of_Sevenwaters |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/29/2008 |
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- Title: Ticking Away
- Artist: Niamh_of_Sevenwaters
- Description: This poem is basically a riddle in the beginning and you receive the answer at the end...have fun with it and PLEASE comment. Thanks!
- Date: 12/29/2008
- Tags: ticking away riddles
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