Valentina I-P

Time and Life






We try to hold our Time, knowing
that present is melting like ice.
As a river, time is flowing,
we cannot step into it twice.

Philosopher's words, I'm quoting,
tell us nothing ever come back.
Life’s carousel we are going
on toy zebra, which white and black.

Life isn't a toy, can be throwing
in a trashcan like somewhat trash.
Fate gives us black times for growing.
Fate gives white for life to refresh.

I link Life with zebra crossing,
when we are born, we get road's bend.
Despite colors, no car tossing,
we can safely walk till the end.

Anyway, I'm just comparing
Life with zebra pastry to eat,
despite the black and white sharing,
it's all over tasty and sweet!

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