Apr 2020
It’s like a part of the world has stopped.
Clocks hold
Hands ticking
Seconds are
Mechanisms
To keep us
Then let us
Go...
Don’t…
Hours pass by
Not meant to last
A smile, a wave, a kiss
Blown fast away
If you close your eyes
I'll close mine
Maybe we'll see
Pictures past
Clocks hold
Hands ticking
Seconds are
Mechanisms
To keep us
Then let us
Go...
Don’t…
Hours pass by
Not meant to last
A smile, a wave, a kiss
Blown fast away
If you close your eyes
I'll close mine
Maybe we'll see
Pictures past
I write as an escape from the quarantine...trying to post every day. A lot of people are having anxiety right now. I find that focusing on new pieces can be good therapy.
