Micropoetry – Edge (Whispering In The Eaves)
Time is like the wind
Whispering in the eaves
Constant
And drifting
On the edge of the night
And rolling in with the tide
© Ann Bagnall 2021
Annie's Poetry
Words and Pictures
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Except I think we move through time while wind moves around us.
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Hmmm also very poetic!
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