Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Friday, September 19, 2014
so slow, so fast
Trickling, ticking, testing
Defies your sense, stretches your body into numbers
Don’t try to touch it, don’t try to go back- it bites
Just observe as it nudges the seconds:
One after another
One after the other
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