The Hands Of Time...... (An Original Poetry)

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The Hands Of Time ~~~~~~~~

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The hands of time,
slowly slides in,
and rust begins,
spreading slowly
like a spider's yarn
across metals and irons
we're tongue-tied,
crippled to crumble this wrinkles
serrates our once silky face
and beauty comes in monochrome,
to remind us of ambient days

In tender budding,
youthfulness is born
like a flower, opening in the morn
to wither at dusk
every moment,
a second dies
and hours are burnt
like a glistening candle
on a beautiful demise

Only carcass remains,
in the stead of vibrance!
for only the lone blue skies
will remain unnerved,
when the rain pours and pours
and the sun shines her shine
this light faith will quake
and tiny seedlings shall be blown,
blown into nonentity!

The Hands of time,
treks like a beating heart
ceaselessly, bringing forth
frost and filth
cobwebs and tarantulas
moth and spirogyras
creeping plants
and many more.
crawling into civilization
like it's the end of time
and the apocalypse is nigh.

Elephant grasses and ferns
shrubs and bushels
crawling out of empires
and mighty waves no longer crashing
at the helm of the sea.
For the beach is now soot and cinder
and the thin tall trees
begets rotten coconuts
with no hope for revival.

The hands of time,
manipulates us!
like Orpheus at the helm of the harp!
Striking us like pianos
as we dwell endlessly,
enthralled by life's bamboozlings.
for we watch as the tide dies
and in an eye's twinkle
everything is painfully anew.

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Written by @Josediccus

27/6/2020

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