|"Flowing River" by Sigmar32 (Deviant Art)|
Time spins around this world rapidly and slow;
A perfect mixture in the bowl,
That creates realities and memories, good or bad.
It is the ebb of the soul:
That shines our destined path bright.
Can eat our time away.
Not when time spins with even flow,
Like a river in May.
This poem was written in response to Kerry's Flash 55 PLUS challenge over at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.