Time Moves On

By threeleafshamrock

Sun, 22 May 2011
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The wind slaps my face, like an angry lover;
I turn to the sun for kisses.
The sand blows before me
- as I walk backwards -
obliterating my footprints.
The sun holds its line, undeceived…
and time moves on.

Certificate U
Poem
shamrock's ramblings
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
"The wind slaps my face, like an angry lover; I turn to the sun for kisses." - stunning opening lines, Chris. A compact piece that has much to say! Magic xxx

 

Submitted by shoe on
I really like this.