Sunday, April 20, 2008

My poem: Time Flies

Gliding through the fields,
abundant with experiences,
planted in nurtured soil,
I gaze towards the memories
from the past harvest.

Now closing my eyes,
I soar over the present,
where the wind is still,
cradling me so gently,
beneath the wings of my life.

But I lose sight of what’s ahead,
and begin to approach the future.

Stopping in mid-air,

I realize I’m not ready

to take flight just yet.

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