My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

Archive for the day “January 20, 2015”

Hours

The hours slip through time,

as time seeps through the hours;

and flowers

mark the beginning

and the end of time.

Celebration of life and death;

eyes open for the first time

or close for the last,

and tears tear the heart.

A new life now grows

for time never slows

but seeps through the hours.

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