<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Paths of Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I once walked down the paths of Time <br>trying to understand its intricacies <br>I questioned the veracities of the many miseries <br>I encountered on the streams of my faith<br>I heard voices that sang songs of hope to deaf ears<br>I wondered if it was a dream, and if it were why do I even feel it when I am Awake<br>Time cannot be bought nor sold in this world mired with embers of all scandals, <br>Like an illegal immigrant seeking refuge so is Time when it sneaks into our lives<br>Patiently waiting to embrace spirit of peace lurking on the shores of people's Imagination, Time torments my soul and thats why I keep on running away to a place <br>Where guns are toys that tickle a brighter smile, <br>To a place where truth has no reason to be exposed because reality and love is all there is, <br>To a place where jealousy does not exist not even as a remembrance<br>I keep on running relentlessly with eyes fixed on the prize<br>I am running away with my eyes closed but my vision isn't blurred <br>as my I leave this world behind the souls who tried to destroy it.<br>I am running and I keep on running as fast as I can to a place where i become my own mirror of perfection portrayed in wonders of imaginations arrayed with myriads of infinite possibilities.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Irenio+Irenaeus+Bero">Irenio Irenaeus Bero</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568473" data-title="Paths of Time de Irenio Irenaeus Bero" data-description="I once walked down the paths of Time trying to understand its intricacies I questioned the veracities of the many miseries I encountered on the streams of my faith I heard voices that sang songs of hope to deaf ears I wondered if it was a dream..."></div> </div> </div>

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