Standing in one place
Racing as fast as I can
Seasons fly by
Colours blur
Faces and memories fade
Situations resonates
Days tick by
Like the seconds on clock
Standing in quick sand
Perfection past due
The taste of isolation bitter
Images blend like snow in a storm
2 comments:
Oh...the colours can't blur...that is a muddle mess,,,stay out of the quick sand!
Really enjoyed looking over this post. When is your next one developing?
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