Race Against Time

Race Against Time short poem

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The moments seem endless,
Entwined in the seamless mind,
Days go by in seconds,
Hapless and breathless.

The beats of the heart,
Not the ticking of the clock,
Wait endlessly,
For a hello or goodbye.

Lost in the sands of time,
Are the priceless moments,
Where love and care,
Is lost in the flow of words.

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Shamala Chandran

Time and tide wait for no man… our ever reaching quest to tame time….

Laya Sarath

Where love and care,
Is lost in the flow of words

So True Geemme….they just pass with the flow of words…


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