Clocks count unhappiness
and mete moments of joy
spread upon layered lives in memory;
taking of sands by lower glass
is no less gentle
than the kiss given a lover,
or notes of windy flutes;
ends as beginnings,
flavors of air are not left to choose;
tastes 'pon tongues,
delights in eyes,
thoughts to taunt, teasing touches,
life's unwinding hours,
are ours alone.
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Prompt:
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The tick tack of time
Always pleasant when shared with someone we love. Always lonely when we have to stare at the hours, wishing for them to bring a smile that insists on staying away.
For some reason, this seems to be one of my favourite of your recent poems.
Mari
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Thank you Mari
sim, mas o sorriso e a felicidade
é tão importante, faz o melhor de nosso tempo...
it is always wonderful to hear from you...PK
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