Time Against Faces

Drops of pain as if it were rain rippling waves upon these beautiful faces

Losing time, losing childhoods, losing spaces


Wondering about yesterdays and the time that was never spent

Wondering about those beautiful plans, wondering where they went


And time keeps on  moving as if it were from scene to scene

As actors are getting old birthing new ambitions and new ambitions are birthing new dreams


All along pride rides the rippled waves that rest upon these beautiful faces

The clock keeps ticking while the ages continue eating spaces


And all that remains is the residue of memories left behind

With nothing else to say but “where is the time”

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