by CherylFaith
(USA)
seized by the grey cottonSnow Moment,
by the Day's tone, sleepy, uninspired,
I revise time; Break-in through another Door.
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Who reads poetry? Who will remember us?
We must fling ourselves into the Time capsule, Before Flight,
off into the sweet, Dark, Rich Unknown
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