Time swishes past us
Like a hurricane headed
Towards destruction
The easiest luggage to carry
Are broken parts of me
Yet hardest to endure,
Minute hands tick away
Bit by bit
Water drops in the kitchen sink
Birds chirp after long pauses
A dog barks in the distance
My heart pulls away at the edges
It grows wings
Time stops
It flies
Far
Far
Away
Nice one Nameera
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Thank you very much, I’m glad to hear that!
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You are very much welcome.
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Far Far Far Away.. 👌😊
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Nothing more beautiful than when time ceases for a reason🌹
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Indeed, very well said!
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🌹🌹
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I like the gaping technique…like the jumps of a ticking clock…
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Thank you so much, I’m glad you do! I’ve been experimenting lately with different styles of poetry and the hardest is surrealism! It takes an active and even at times obscure imagination to write it down. Ah well, challenges are what truly keep me going and I’m happy to learn from my mistakes rather than never trying something out of my comfort zone 🙂
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