Time II
By Nola Bhe
TIME is such a fragile thing It slips right thru our hands to hover in the noonday sun Like waves of shifting sand TIME will put a mind at rest and heal a broken heart It passes by so quickly - how to know when did it start TIME it's gift to everyone is how you use it, true To waste or let it fly on by Can turn, come back to you TIME may come and go at will Control to have it stay we grasp, hold on and cling - but yet It always has it's Way Nola Bhe All rights reserved Written September 21st, 2001 © on Sep 20 2001 10:11 PM PST 0 • 10
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"TIME is such a fragile thing..."