when you love <br />time dies <br />time does not exist <br />when you love doing love <br /> <br />time erases itself like a mist <br />come sunshine <br />when you love doing the art <br />there is no more time <br />no you <br />you go back to what you were <br />from the beginning <br />you are the <br />word<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/creativity-11/
