Time

Time

 

A wish on the horizon

never turns away in resignation,

dreams mock time

and remember everything 

(they won’t forget the truth)

their eyes open in sundown;

the time to hear human mouths,

their burning statements,

questions and words,

altogether like harmony in a song. 

 

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