The Nomad

Time is happening to me

I am not happening to time 

November creeps upon me

As June settles in my heart 

Left with a mark of love 

That will fade only when

The clock is at last 

at my mercy 



  • Debsspot

    So true. Time rules all and we're constantly fighting it.

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