Aug 2013
The past goes back, past me
in every fleeting moment
of the present.
However fast
I pounce up on it,
and try to stop,
the past effortlessly
slips away and vanish*!
in every fleeting moment
of the present.
However fast
I pounce up on it,
and try to stop,
the past effortlessly
slips away and vanish*!
