Time













Time never stops - it flies and flies,
Dissolves our hope and naïve dreams;
Some days were grey and cold as ice
Others were warmed by golden beams.

The days of love with “happy smiles”
Passed fast (so rare is true love!),
Then Youth light-hearted…, Age…too wise
Approached the autumn of his life.

If one surprised – How fast time flies!
Believe him – he still has a fun,
Sweet dreams…bizarre. Once realize -
Time never stops - it flies and flies.

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Poetry by Naz Tliachev