(2/6/17)
Wispy clouds and days
Swept away
By a cold, pale hand
And tied with a lacy strand.
Clock tick,
And even emotions kicked
To the back of our minds.
We all know that time is unkind.
I hope that one day the world will stop,
Just for a second so we can eavesdrop
On the world's whisperings of the blueprint
Of our life's newsprint.
YOU ARE READING
CCCLXV - Poetry (2017)
PoetryAnd I'm doing my poem a day challenge. This is a little bit looser of a challenge because this year it's just going to be write something every day.
