Golden Time















Time flows fast…as the golden sand,
With doubtful sense I drop wee grain,
It happens now - fist time and last -
No one has chance to live again.
Saint good and bloody evil at last
Will never find my birth and end;
Time flows fast through the endless vast,
Time flows fast…as the golden sand.

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Poetry by Naz Tliachev