Micropoetry – Time (1)
The hours pass slowly
Pass with such restraint
They seem to trickle
Like sands through the hourglass
Trickle all night long
Passing without a sound
© Ann Bagnall 2014.
The hours pass slowly
Pass with such restraint
They seem to trickle
Like sands through the hourglass
Trickle all night long
Passing without a sound
© Ann Bagnall 2014.