Monday, February 2, 2015

Time.

Fast and slow.

The hand moves around the clock.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.

One moment here.
The next, gone.
Time passes like a breeze
through the trees.
Quietly.
Distant memories.

Like yesterday.
Like ten years past.
The blink of an eye,
the turn of a page.
Over.
A brand new day.

The sun rises.
Eyes open.
The new day begins.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
Quicker, time passes,
No longer molasses.

Like tomorrow.
Like future dreams.
The brush of a hand,
the rush of a kiss.
Hope,
For all new memories.

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