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The Past no longer exists..
The Future has yet to exist...
We are between two things that do not exist..

How long does it last
Before the future becomes the past

What is a circle..
Where does it start
Where does it end

Between the smoke grey night
And the phorsphorescent dawn
Memories of the past linger on..

They come like a train...
A sad refrain..

Sometimes they are the engine
Sometimes the caboose

Sometimes they just run wild
Like a Stallion on the loose

Hi Chan, I love the lines:

Sometimes they just run wild
Like a Stallion on the loose

I also read some of your poems below, and enjoyed them. Thanks.

Good wishes,

Diane

Even though it is not new, I love this contemplation, and really like the way you phrased it:

The Past no longer exists..
The Future has yet to exist...
We are between two things that do not exist..

How long does it last
Before the future becomes the past

Welcome to the Forum, Chandler . I have yet to read your poems below, but will be .

~ Lizzy

God is timeless, our Love for Him is eternal.