May 2
How do you measure time?
With clocks and hourglasses,
Sun rays and sea passes?
Or simply memories and growing grasses?
How do I measure time?
Maybe per chance,
He measures me.
Sizes me up, sizes me down.
Watches me grow and leave him alone,
Dropping his hand,
And drowning in the sand.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poesia365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
