Tuesday, 22 June 2021

time was

 

time was 


hands that hold 

the knife to mind

sometimes cruel 

sometimes kind

sometimes hot 

sometimes cold

not the hand 

but the mind behold 

the dawns the dusks 

we toiled you know

blown like husks

in the driven snow

look at you now

look at me

asking how

this all came to be

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