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A poem about how time can pass so quickly
The moon, a plain white balloon glowing balloon up high,
All amongst the sky, the black, velvety sky,
The ground damp, the cold air stinging one’s face –
Owls hooting, cicadas chirping in the moonlight;
Dark sky, dark world, all is dark at midnight.
Hours tick by, as time flies,
As the golden sun rises over the horizon
Glowing, flooding the world above with light,
Flashing gold in a line, below reds, yellows, and light greys and blues,
The colours wipe away to reveal a brilliant blue as the sun climbs up,
A new day has started.
The sun further ascends, warming the former-cold world,
As it beats upon the earth, a heater, a street-lamp.
As the day progresses, the sun scales the heights of the sky,
Bright fiery yellow in front of the blue,
Soon sinks again, slowly, slowly,
Sun meeting the horizon, world filled with orange
The world cools down
Shadows stretching and growing across the pavement,
All darkening, all seeming to disappear,
Night falls, once more – the process reversing itself
As time passes by, as night and day pass,
Days, weeks, months, years,
The same sequence, the same things,
Night and day, again and again,
Repeats itself as time passes by.