FLEETING TIME

FLEETING TIME!

He sat in the stillness and listened to the wisdom of his soul.
It was there in the quiet,
he could feel his connection
with the beauty of nature
He was home.

He strayed his eyes
To either his left or right
"Could the world really be this perfect?"
He asked.

For just a brief moment, a brief while
Time paused.
He could reason free,
Cumbersome memories fled with rushing wind.
He could see again how lovely the world is.

He sat in the silence
Watching time fleet before his eyes.
A thousand memories in a mini second
Oozes pass in conundrum of patterns
That seemed puzzle-like.

Johnbest Obialo
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