Time Does Not Tick - Zoë Sims Rhodes

Calliope
Apr 24, 2020
1 min read

Time is slipping through my fingers Ribbons of sand trickle past my Upturned palm Through my fingers splayed wide To let the golden sun shine through I hate chasing after the horizon Stuck between the bittersweet sun And the righteous moon But I fear what happens when I Stop More.

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