The time passes
sometimes stop slowly
sometimes so fast that everything stops
Time passes.
But leaves behind a long line of shadows
On that fourth axis,
on which we walk without consciousness
Sometimes years pass, sometimes centuries, and then we back to their senses, then every morning they change another scale of the date, move forward on that fourth axis and say
time passes
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After long time
It's been a long time, a very tired person telling me from the other side of the mirror please don't do it leave it now I did not agree nor did I lose Today after a long time I looked carefully in the mirror again. On the other side of the mirror... his appearance was weak and his vision was blurry Hardly recognizing me he just said not anymore he had tears in his eyes and I was crying
By Arup Srivastava a day ago in Poets
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