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Twinkling of an Eye
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Folder-2006 Seasons fold fast.
In the twinkling of an eye,
present becomes past.
More than a thousand days passed
Time rushing fast
Nights and days come and go,
layers of dust grow.
Beauty fades away,
but the light of love
forever glows.
Where..
are you now? So much dust in your work, so much of time moving too fast - Love in the face of so much sorrow, so much death - Lady A
I am here, it is nice to be here
i am galde to be awaked from a prolonged silence....:) thanks for asking Lady A
Beautiful poem!