Time
The days are slow
The wind blows fast
I stand still
Time machine.
Note: Originally written on a fast food tissue paper some time in 2013.
Note: Originally written on a fast food tissue paper some time in 2013.
Over the years, I have been writing poems - to my limited knowledge that's how I categorize them, to get snapshots of memorable feelings of awe, bliss, loss, wonder, etc. While most poems are personal, I believe that there is value in sharing them. It is not to gain affirmation, sentiment, admiration or objection, but it is about trying to give birth to new personal experiences for those who give time to read them.
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