Time

Posted on January 21, 2013 by Helen

All these days
Crowd upon each other
Disposable
When was I supposed to rise
And make this real?
Is the truth
More simple after all
There’s nothing real but time?
Passing undisturbed
By all our efforts
Turning a lazy eye
To our offerings
Laughing gently and moving on

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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