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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem talks about the secret behind time and how it never ends.

Submitted: March 24, 2016

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Submitted: March 24, 2016



Time doesn't kill all the wounds

because it never goes away.


It doesn't release the tension that it hides

behind your head as the wind suffers

but ut does release the years 

of dark keen insight 

it has put you through.


It never renew the skin that has 

dried up and fallen off the edge 

of a shadow like a dying mother bird.


It doesn't isolate the lonely eyes of

an oak tree and it doesn't let the

footsteps of thin shallow air surround

and attack the presence of a mind.

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