She had heard of him, yet, felt untouched by him.
The dreadful thief and murderer of children.
His steps so light, his breath unnoticed, he stole what would not be missed for years.
He did take from her, oh, so gently that she was unaware of his incredible strength.
Time, he never leaves anyone untouched
shivers. does not sound like a very nice guys at all.
ReplyDeletehis steps so light...it's often that they don't look like they could do something so bad..got shivers reading this..
ReplyDeleteTime steals everything yet gives it back in our memories...
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And do get aboard the Poetry Train every Monday
mornings and thereafter!
Time is a thief of sorts, and for some it even steals the memories.
ReplyDeleteThe older I get, the louder and faster Time's footstpes become. Intriguing 55!
ReplyDeleteEric how DO you keep up with all of your blogs? haha! beautiful fall pics...not having as much leaf show here in ga!
ReplyDeletePatti~ yes it is sad when memory goes, I dont know where I would be without all the photos I took of my kids.
gautami thanks for coming by! not sure I can ride poetry train this 55 gets me tuckered out! LOL
but thanks for the invite
thanks for coming by all!
F.L. - I just make sure I make the rounds (as you can see), especially on 55 Fridays!
ReplyDeleteTime is God. This is a most beautiful piece. Love it.
ReplyDeleteMy 55 is HERE .
Well that bastard has been cruel to me!!
ReplyDeleteBut it does make for an interesting story.
Loved your 55 my friend.
Thank you for playing today,thanks for visiting, and have a kick Ass Week-End...G
What an evil guy that is! :)
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