I checked the clock
It was past midnight
Two hours had passed without me realising it
And an hour weighs ten hours these
grim days
A fleeting happy moment
Something you want to catch
Like butteflies with blue arms
When you are a child
You gave it to me my dear friend
By sharing your poetry with me
You talked
I cheerly puffed my cigarette.
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Author:
amethyste (
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Comments2
Really happy
Thank you. 🙂
Time does slow in the memory of moments. A lovely write
Thank you dear.
You are most welcome
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