AS (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)


I don't understand how the time works
It's too fast and too slow at the same time
It can be rough, it can be good
Inexorable and misunderstood
It can heal wounds, it may change mood
Making you turn into some squirrel food
Hanging too heavy on our empty hands
Leading us away into mysterious farther lands
I don't understand why the love hurts
Making us hate and lose our sand

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Interesting poem you wrote. I had to read yours cause I also had written a poem called Time. You can see it at: http: // We are mixed with time as we develop into existence. Time is part of us. Look in a graveyard and you will see the part of time that died.