Day 26/52
Time was all she had, she thought as she breathed it in with her eyes closed.
On opening them, it was no more.
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its the midweek of the year, glad to have you up and running.
short poetry… In a way, Love it. I often take it to communicate more than a long one. Of course this doesn’t mean there’s no beauty in reading a long piece of poetry. Actually a longer one tends to employ lots of techniques, which makes it much more captivating.
…but either depends on what you choose as a Poet.
Time? there’s never a perfect time for doing anything, we never own time, we only bend by it’s rules. But between when we close our eyes and open them, is where we really live life, it’s when we use our time.
Take it in slowly and realize the moment your are living in.
Billz' words of thought 