Yellow's ClockA Poem by amomentforusThe cyclicality of time never fails to surprise me, it is spring again. and so the favored time to rear its head. Thinking of endings as life starts again, perhaps that is the final breath of death. Starting again, never coming back. To celebrate growth as mourning now must end again. © 2024 amomentforus |
StatsAuthoramomentforusNew York, NYAboutamomentforus is a writer/poet from NYC. She explores the intersection of memory and identity through character explorations highlighting human desire and motivation. With a background in Psychology an.. more..Writing
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