Crimp the sunray
in your hand,
count the dents, and you’ll count
the lessons;
days, you’ll never live again.
Much can happen
in the space
between seconds.
Crimp the sunray
in your hand,
count the dents, and you’ll count
the lessons;
days, you’ll never live again.
Much can happen
in the space
between seconds.
Time is indeed short. Lovely poem ❤️
Thank you 🙂