Fine lines in the
sand
A pattern of
inevitable
Eternally repeating
itself
Careful threads
Thin strands of hair
Tangled and spread
out
In this vastness
Like the intricate
web laid out
In an aging face
A secret illusion of
time
Passing
And when the waves
roll in
Washed away
Impossible to trace
Erased
Like every other
thing
In time …
Like the space
between 3 dots
On a piece of paper
What lies hidden
there
The shadows of a
headache
Just a thought
That takes time?
Between 3 dots
On a piece of paper
Åh digte! Hurra.
SvarSletEller snarere ét digt. Jeg blev revet med af min begejstring :-)
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