Unfurl, reap, and plentitude,
I do declare in solitude.
The mind its tears a fragment of,
Divine the spirit, tears, love.
My heart, its boxed.
As a frozen clock,
And time beckons from above.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Time indeed does beckon from above they are the only ones that know where the finish line is. a wonderful write
Thank you
The illusion of time, we each experience it in different ways, but can never capture. Good write!
Thank you Bella. 🙂
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