About Time
A disturbing film, seen for the first time.
The time for a question that only lasts a moment.
The time of a season to see the flowers blush.
Day after day, time gives its heart.
Never stopping for doubts and fears.
It has only one direction, you can't change it.
Going in the same direction seems like a good idea.
When the time changes, there's nothing you can do.
It's too late to go back.
Time is the same for some and different for others.
Whether you were born here or somewhere else.
Time hides roads from us that we can't take.
We can only see them and never touch them.
Like the time on a birthday when time stood still.
As if Mary and Tim were never destined to meet.
Like in a dream, I see you standing in mid air.
And in time I see your eyes everywhere.
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Tony herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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Comments (2)
Interesting one.
I loved this movie but I don't get what's disturbing about it. Loved your poem!