A cold winter that never ends
Spreads hands across seas.
Layers of ice upon our eyelids
Thaw thin, likely to break.
A shatter, a life change,
Only in the blink of an eye.
A second split in two
That feels like hours,
Our new sense of time.
a.l.c
Beautifully written!!
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Thank you, friend 😊
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Really beautifully expressed. Yes, it feels like the world is oppressed.
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It’s does feel that way. Thank you for reading 💗
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Yes, we do have a new sense of time. The preciousness of time. The power of a moment. The love of little things packed into little minutes. Time is love. Thanks for sharing it! 💕
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Such a wonderful post about today’s perception of time. Thank you for posting it.
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