Time not seen , not caught;
But scorch goes when over the hills ,
one says Time is out .

When sun climbs up
And birds chirp gathered ,
One says time has altered .

It's known even when the light
Shines over head and mast ;
Even when the stars glow adusk
One says time is running fast .

One feels that foot of time
At the night quite cool and dark ;
When it cuts petals of heart
At sharpness of jackal's Bark.

So is the twist of time.
Which runs at rise and fall .
A bearer of silence acute
Does touch the limbs small.

@copyright 26/02/2014 (POOR HEART SINGS)


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