I sit in the air-conditioned bus,
staring out the window
at a world that is as foreign to me
as I am to it.
Ramshackle huts, looking like toy cardboard
boxes, fill the hills and...
Time is precious, we have so little,
We both know the pain of loss.
Loss, which threatens sanity and hope.
I found you during the intensity of your greatest loss,
I only wished to give you the...
Time is Precious
Time is measured on paper
as time goes by so fast;
time is learned without thinking
for time is a thing of the past.
Time is relevant, irrelevantly;
but time will tell eventually
for only time...
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