Time, you are a naughty child, sneaking away. Time, you are a paintbrush that fills our lives with color. Time, you are a whip that spurs us forward. Time, you are a strange thief who steals the vague memories in my mind without mercy. oh! Time, you are ever-changing, please let us catch you, don’t let
Poetry\Composition\Name,Diary
Time, you are a naughty child, sneak away . Time, you are a paintbrush that fills our lives with color. Time, you are a whip that spurs us forward. Time, you are a strange thief who steals the vague memories in my mind without mercy.
oh! Time, you are ever-changing, please let us catch you, don’t let us