Time is a river

The elusive thin line between today and tomorrow.
 
Time is a river, can't be crossed to the wade.

The future is mounty peaks, the past is burial barrows

A peaks are waiting to a climb. And barrows cannot be to harrow

The present is disappearing and unstoppable shades.

A smile on dry lips, in the eyes is a tearfulish sorrow.

Wishful and valid, and in the middle is a slades.

A sick brain, frail muscles, but a healthy bone marrow.

Overcoming your fears is like walking on an invisible blade

that is dangerous, deadly, sharp, long and narrow.

The events of life are carried by fast-flying arrows.

Days of life cannot be added, but it can be shorrow.

It is impossible to redo what has been made.

The angels of retribution do not bargain, not trade,

no one will fly away from them like a sparrow

The symbol of the Millennial Kingdom is a flowering yarrow.

The first mortal human life will certainly fade...

The second eternal life is given by God, it cannot be borrow...


Friday, June 17th, 2022



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