I can see him there now, shading
That high beating sun with his palm.
Ignorant of times diligence
He’d look down for hours on his world,
The burnished street below
Was all he ever needed to know.
But unaware of the transience of bliss
He never felt night closing in.
- Author: beano ( Offline)
- Published: July 12th, 2021 06:12
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Great images. Thank you.
Thank you!
That transience will always be there for him to move on into his life.
Andy
Thanks Andy!
'That high beating sun with his palm.
Ignorant of *time's diligence
He’d look down for hours on his world,
The burnished street below'..
what an interesting read, a little mysterious
and meaningfully, so open to varied interpretations
thanks for sharing!
Thank you L.B!
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