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It is like a crystal stream,
Always moving, always flowing.
Slipping through your fingers, it cannot be grasped.
Unable to contain,
Impossible to be stopped.
Following you like a shadow,
It inhabits every corner.
Counting like a steady clock.
Everything relies on it,
Everything dies of it.
Tearing down houses, trees.
Ripping mountains and steel beams.
It pushes you onwards,
But you cannot push back.
Sometimes seeming to pass
Slowly, then quickly.
Sometimes seeming to be frozen,
But it isn't.
Still flowing, still moving, still steady
___ cannot be stopped.
Great poem, Jenny! It put a very vivid image in my mind. Is it Time?
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