Moments of silence were nestled in order
in my hand stuck to the ground
in the hand that wants to touch the clear sky
sat down as if it were a fleeting moment
for a brief moment
the rustles of a yellowed leaf sat down
sighs like an unfinished sculpture
a simple glimpse of the time
and the moments became more pressing than the years
#poem #life #time #inspiration #thoughts #surreal
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