May 22, 2018January 5, 2018 Micropoetry – Edge (5) Micropoetry – Edge (5) 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 2015. Share this:EmailTweetPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related
Except I think we move through time while wind moves around us.
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Hmmm also very poetic!
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