Wrinkles of Time
Wrinkles of Time poetry stories
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We had found places that were not home.

Wrinkles of Time

Somewhere between a quiet summer and a warm winter,

we grew up.

Before i could blink for the second time,

the world had passed me by.

But the world was stagnant and the skies were still the same.

The paths never changed and yet,

my friends' smiles were etched with wrinkles of time.

While my emotions were still young

and my dreams still vague,

the parents who held my small hands

were walking slower than my rushed footsteps.

Time moved so quietly, I could not realize

we had found people that were not us

and places that were not home.

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