POETRY

The Endless Time

When I was young

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When I was a child, everything stood still,
They all adored my pretty, long days
Each summer stretched beyond the hills
My days unwound off the golden ribbons
Thought those moments never end
I beckoned to the clouds that passed by
I tied them by name, and they were mine
I counted all stars, traced each line

The mountains grew with me, inch by inch
The moon would wait for my words, and all trees
The clocks seemed like toys on the wall, always

But now,
The days have shrunk and so are the nights
They rush and flee one after another
I see the time has flown, taking my dreams
The Hills didn’t grow, the stars stayed there
What once was vast and endless
Now slips out of my hands, I know
I continue to dream, this time with time!