The woman;
I wanted to see her on a costume;
Wearing clothes
That were made for the chief of astronauts;
Clothes that reminded you
There is no time,
Time is running out;
You ought to put all that strength
And concentration on your will
And fulfill it;
Make it done;
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Author:
amethyste (
Offline) - Published: April 4th, 2026 15:23
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A poem of the mind almost a meditation. Nicely done
Thank you dear.
You are most welcome
Hard to understand but I see a repeating theme
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