Time

Good races of time,
   Blind races of time
Bad races of time.
The time’s moving on and on
Carrying a flurry of love,
A flurry of sensibilities,
But it’s moving gradually.
It does not break barriers
for it has no barriers;
Like the placid sky,
Like the drifter moon,
Without location,
Without end.
Copyright : Welkin Siskin