Time poetry

** Time,**
who will never return ....
story sheets, will soon be outdated or become a memory,
bitter ... sweet ... dark and bright will be the story

Time,
which sometimes feels like running .... or crawl so slowly
but he certainly will never stop
keeps leaving us still stuttering ... and gawking
as the night left early morning ...

Time,
stringing the mystery inside the story frame that is full of Tanya marks,
but SURE .. !!!
such as "death" that encounters a soul that is still wrapped in a body like a fire that burns wood into ashes ...
then…..
will we still let time pass without something,
or we are self-imposed swallowed "time"
because no one will be able to stop the "time"
even though the sky collapsed ... .and the earth suddenly frozen,

Time,
will remain faithful to walk as it is ...
hate can turn into love ...
bright suddenly turned into pitch darkness
no one is silent ... all moving, because

Time,
the earth continues to spin
the wheels of the times continue to crush .......
dragged ... crashed ... crushed ... .. or buried,
all raced with ....

Time
what has gone will not be the same as what will come back once must mean ... because the All-Creating has sworn by Time Surely man is in a losing state, except
those who believe and who always counsel each other ...in terms of kindness and patience ....

Time,
it will never stop ......... ..
keeps rolling like water ...