RedRavenPoems

Where Poems Fly, Through Starry Skies.


Rambling Time

The hands of time move ever so slowly

Around and a round they will go.

Will they continue or will they stop?

Only one may know.

Since the beginning the sands have flowed

Across the gap of time.

A rough river of destructive passage

To watch is surely to break ones mind.

Personally I think that will be just fine.



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A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.

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