Whip the lash
The hourglass
The one inside your mind
As portents turn to epitaphs
You haven't got the time

You haven't got a minute
You cannot spare a moment
Trying to fit everything
In between the seconds
Maybe your clock is broken

Life is spinning so fast
Never seeing the crevasse
The one smiling beneath your feet
Because you didn't stop for a minute…to…smell

……..The roses
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                               …..before you f
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