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Charles David (Time Contest | Epoch Ranter Award )

Time abides not even littlest in her fast forward,
Hands of supernatural sources have failed to hold,
To sustain, manage and predict in canal form ford,
But times are like the hush of wind passing unfold,

The memory of every success and dreaded failure,
Rising and falling of cities and kingdom o’er coast,
Pictures fall in imaginations and faded faces lure,
Rolling from generations to the future that’s close,

Time is complicated, can be treasured and harmful,
Most memories are depression and wild thoughts,
Yet few are bliss and ignite self-healings to the full,
Treasures of soul and beauty of mind and body guts,

Every man has his time, either to mingle with or quest,
Only the wisest know, but it remains a riddle to fools,
The life we live is like a market square with businesses,
Not all men knows the benefit and keep account of goods.


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