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The Stillness Of The Hours Essay

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Time will drag us all to our deserved end.
I wonder where the hours have gone? the weeks, and the months. Can you figure it out?
This puzzle of living, of day and night circling
Your brain like an African dance,
Murmuring your; name as a black magic chant?

Try your luck you might win a lottery.
Cry as much as you can; losers stay losers.

Brave hearts fight for noble causes.
The innocents by the millions are thrown like, trash into cities, which smell of rotten human corpses.
Where shall I begin? What shall I say?

My gypsy soul wants to dance till infinity, but
My heart is aching for the cities full of, destruction I which they are not on our planet.
It will haunt you in your dreams as nightmares, as a real horror movie
For your entire life …show more content…

How sweet the feelings she was remembering— all the minutes that passed; that was alive then.
Now their memories are a picture in a frame, taken by time’s slipping hours into the unknown.

Note: A la Recherché du Temps Perdu is a French Novel in
Seven volumes by French Novelist Marcel Proust (1871-1922)
In The Stillness of the Hours x I still think of you in the stillness of the hours,
When morning dew falls upon the flowers.
Souls travel through distance and time to meet, guided by love’s power.

I still speak to the stillness of silence of what has been, or why it has to be a twisted way to your door.

Come what may, there I will be, standing near your
Shore to take me away to a planet only us reside in.

My heart still craves a love artistically painted on my clouds of love’s pain.

In the stillness of the hours, I whisper your name.
You hear it despite the heavy rain.

I can’t deny my feelings; they are sealed and hidden in my heart, away from ears that eavesdrop on lovers in chains.

Come what may, the scared hours that travel through time will feed our love to help it bloom in the garden’s eternal fragrant perfume.

In the stillness of the hours, I still wonder and ponder on my

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