Posted by Molly Zelvonberg on Friday, January 22, 2010,
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POETRY
Is it time to cry? Is it time to fly The future is unknown I don't know why days are sad words are glad evening alone my favorite time 1 to 3 is mine I hear the breathing, I hear the weeping I see the time pass, the grace that last I don't feel older My surroundings are colder I pass the time wisely cause my heart is infinity
