Tin Whistle

An antique sun dial.
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Tin Whistle

Time tics by; deafening her senses;

tempus fugit.

Thoughts fly by too fast;

“please, slow down.”

If nothing more than for the sake of efforts in sanity;

to pace the self.

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Simply put, I write poetry. Each poem, representative of segments from my own life experiences. With hopes— they may resonate with my fellow human. Thank you.

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AELIZABETHMIND

AELIZABETHMIND

Simply put, I write poetry. Each poem, representative of segments from my own life experiences. With hopes— they may resonate with my fellow human. Thank you.