Have so many days passed
since those shining lights were to
iris pressed, or have I just
covered my eyes?
Every man speaks of time
and how fast it flies
but I believe that it
gets off a hard day of work,
barges in the door,
founds its spot on the couch
and then collapses
with a gentle sigh.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
Have so many days passed
since those shining lights were to
iris pressed, or have I just
covered my eyes?
Every man speaks of time
and how fast it flies
but I believe that it
gets off a hard day of work,
barges in the door,
founds its spot on the couch
and then collapses
with a gentle sigh.
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