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Years Of Lost Time

In time, we lose our years, in our years, our time is lost. 

Four moments, done will come.

Three minutes, rising son.

Two days may never pass, go one, never looking back.

Our future tis untold, more stories fore, been never more.

Five stories, washed way from shore, to never be, ever more.

Forever lost, forever in time.

Forever in these years, slipping lullibied. 

Waiting the day, I close my eyes.

So I can see a pure sun rise.

Hoping to feel your smile.        

Looking at you in the shine, oh so lost, forever in these years of time.

The sun so brightly through the window, sun apon your face.

The rays glisten as you smile, at least lost with you, in these years, I have found my place.

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Mark Gonzalez

Thank you Lynzi, very much, in such few words you make my night, my words are yours to ponder. Sweet dreams.

~Mark~

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Lily Cas

In time, we lose our years, in our years, our time is lost. 

Your first line drew me in perfectly. I couldn't have stopped reading if I wanted too. The passing of time doesn't really register or you notice it more than anything yet as long as the time is passing with the one you love it doesn't matter if it is speeding by or standing still. Lovely write :) 

xxxLily 

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Mark Gonzalez

Thank you Lily, I'm so pleased you are drawn from the start, what amazing feedback. I write passionately, and passionately I write.

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