Minutes drip with pain
Hours stretch out despite my might
Days blur as I run
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Minutes drip with pain
Hours stretch out despite my might
Days blur as I run
Mind doodles I thought I'd share
More stories from Natty Jumba and writers in Poets and other communities.
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Time truly is as intangible as the morning fog that blurs a landscape, as uncontainable as water spilt across a table, dripping off the edges. This was a beautifully-constructed haiku, with every syllable used wisely!