Writing

It goes by too fast.....

A lone black mushroom speaks—aged, unwanted, and lost between life and decay.

Time is like a ball rolling down the lane—unstoppable, blind, and ever-moving. Whether we run with it or not, it never slows down. A vivid poem ..

Time is short - until you make time.

Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8k5NY8ZMx3I

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