Time
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Category : Poems
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Whispers of echoes upon haunting winds,
Howling of hell's hounds hidden in shadow.
Ancient this song of yesterday's woes.
Woven within a fabric, kept by time itself.
Here lies the beginning of fairy tales, twisted.
Sprouted, grown from tiny grain of truth.
Hidden, where all may see,
though few actually seek.
Forgotten tales, told over time,
rewritten with each byline.
Where truth be kept,
Locked within time.
