timed

"twenty four hours of poetry."

when i'm lost,
this is where i go.
i turn to poetry,
when i'm alone.

i can speak my mind,
without being too cautious.
my heart can rest in peace,
when i confide in writing.

thoughts hand in hand,
my perspective every hour.
changing like the seasons,
my feelings and emotions.

everything is measured,
whether it is a test or a race.
make full use of your time,
because it's precious.

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read this backwards.
if you will.
but careful dear.
every hour counts.