Time, adrift

Haiku by R. C. McLeod

By R.C. McLeodPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

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It moves and murmurs

like the ebb and flow of waves...

Time yields to no one.

inspirational

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R.C. McLeod

I am a YA-speculative fiction writer with a focus in sci-fi/fantasy. Writing has always been a passionate passtime for me, and has grown into my adult aspirations. For more about me, visit my personal site at www.rcmcleod.home.blog.

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