TimeA Poem by Alfred KukitzwhoaTime Smoked by hands of a clock's dial You pull the bed sheets down and morning arrives before you enter the bed The curtains pulled at the opening of day just as night waves it the end of the day You feel a need to freeze time still to catch its essence by way of forced will but eternity grabs your mind bent in time and always whispers that time is much bigger in size. © 2017 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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