The Run AwayA Poem by Alfred Kukitzwith my bad heart?The Run Away It’s Time I see running in its place Just a breath, a small puff of air, I grab it’s confines, rest on the laurels of the moment Here time straggles, struggles to run, Oh the power of stillness, The insight of epiphany A dance with serendipity I play knowing only to soon We all run away © 2018 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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