Thursday, July 27, 2006

Minutes Past

Minutes pass by
Slow as can be
How time does fly
As a bird so free


Tick. Tick. Tick


Years crawl on
Twenty and counting
More unfound
In youth a fleeting


Tick. Tick. Tick.


Decades ongoing
Nothing remains still
Summer till spring
All life his its fill


Tick. Tick. Tick.


At the end of days
When movement ends
Time lays to waste
And life returns to God's hands


The final tick...


Before life begins...


Allahu Akbar.

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