by Blueleo Sep 19, 2008
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
Tick tock, the clock strikes past. |
by Ingrid
Bassel, |
by Goodbye
This is really a lovely touching poem. Life is running from begin till end very fast... Hands of the clock are moving...time goes by... Seconds become minutes, minutes become hours, hours become days... It freaks me out to stare the hands of the clock moving so fast...I realize some how every single moment might feel so small and a bit meaningless...but when you review memories...all those little flashes goes by your head.. |
Very nicely put together. I loved the way you used tick tock...that was just fantastic..keep up the goo work |