03 | time
time is runnin' away // they're slowly drifting away // busy has been every life // but perhaps they have scarcely any time // and just like that in every fall, the leaves are falling // the green place is turning white // time, time, time has no time // but it can only hope // if they wouldn't never forget // and slowly it's fading away// in the last autumn, with the raspberry leaf //
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Poetry//clattering thoughts, jumbling ruth // forever lies, forever prejudiced // fumbling fingers, dipped in dangling // [ a prose poetry collection ] ━━━━━━━━ #16 on poetry ( 03.12.2022 )
