Sunday, July 05, 2020


Time is the turning
of the light, now

evening, then to
darkness. Midnight

finds its way towards
morning, an old man

with his clock tick-tick-
ticking. The old man

loves the dawn when
it shows, as if it's

a new beginning.
You know it's the same

light showing the same
page in the same book.

Even so, if that
old man can be

happy with the same
old sun, you can

be happy too.

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