The Pace Time

The Pace Time — Jinsen Meshach The years fly, as dawn and dusk, Though the souvenir remains stellar. The apace time is as torrent, The moments are ice pellets. Fairy humans are apex of the apace time. The wisdom I got, though as brook, Shaping my path, with new look. But this apace time is in my heart’s nook. The years fly, souvenir never dies.