Fleeing from the shackles of yesterday,
trickling down to a catharsis
at the slender neck of the hourglass,
the golden grains dribble down
to create my present.
My days out-flowing
the forgottenness of the past
creating a newness
that explodes in every cell!
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 6:03 AM UTC
Fleeing from the shackles of yesterday,
trickling down to a catharsis
at the slender neck of the hourglass,
the golden grains dribble down
to create my present.
My days out-flowing
the forgottenness of the past
creating a newness
that explodes in every cell!
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