Time
G Gita Ashok
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Time is like
camphor that
sublimes naturally.
Time is like
an ice cube that
melts leaving memories behind randomly.
Time is like
a helium balloon that keeps
rising upward to disappear suddenly.
Time is like
a river that
keeps flowing perpetually.
Time is like
a train on a one-way trip
taking you to new destinations continuously.
01 June 2010
5: 40 pm
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