TimeA Poem by Juliet Forshaw
Transient wave like forms simultaneously
secrete; whirled, swirled, entangled and intended- yet not by the self. Elementary, the blink of an eye; to imply, the sudden jerk of a limb or two. Thought divided into sections of non- existance, between distance of time, whose object we can grasp now, not then. © 2009 Juliet Forshaw |
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Added on October 12, 2009 AuthorJuliet Forshawwidnes, United KingdomAboutWell! what to say. I was on here quite regular around a year and a half ago until I lost the keys to my account... I've only just found them again... well sort of lol. I'm an aspiring writer and .. more..Writing
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