The flow of time in space is twisted
Truth hidden behind sharp knives
We cannot see the fabric
of our world coming undone
There is no name for the slow bleed
of things we know
Are we next to vanish?
leaving no name behind
The low rumble of time
Turns the rest to dust…
©anitadawes 2020
This is thought inducing,
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Thank you, Jude!
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My pleasure 🌼
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Well done!
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