POEMS

Make IT count

Time is of the essence and can’t afford to be taken for granted. Many moons have passed and they have left my world slanted. The gravity of it all pulling deep at my core. Taking my wave of thoughts and leaving an empty shore. This year I promise to act and make every second count. Here on this waterless beach, where I mold the sand with my clout.

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