Not a sound.
Memories asleep:
Just clouds imprinting
their powdery cheeks
on the lazy mirror of time
before they are swept away
by the breathing whims
of the blue artist.
I wonder whether this moment
of stillness is me slowing down
Or is it time catching up with me.
Memories asleep:
Just clouds imprinting
their powdery cheeks
on the lazy mirror of time
before they are swept away
by the breathing whims
of the blue artist.
I wonder whether this moment
of stillness is me slowing down
Or is it time catching up with me.
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