Time
marches
steadily
beyond our sight.
Seconds. Minutes. Hours.
The past yawns and sleeps.
The present stares and then blinks.
The future standing in the wings.
Ours a linear trajectory
to a heavenly time without limits.
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One of your best, so far, Wendy. Love the images of the past and present. Wow!
Thank you:)