Time LasherA Poem by paulina misiewiczLong hours, they erase me, Minute by minute I shed my skin From the first eye opening to the last One silent blast of living, I heed.
Time well spent, time wasted No other matter can be so merciless, As all it needs is a blink of its whip Near to the exhausted head.
To unwind my bones, I yearn For a vertical vision, to count up birds And curls, crossed with grass stalks, Then abuse the time, purposely. © 2015 paulina misiewiczFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorpaulina misiewiczUnited KingdomAbout"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emot.. more..Writing
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