whirl

under the heel of tomorrow you look and you sigh and all that you know becomes dust – the ever changing veins of roads tango around your pulse and you look and you sigh and all that you know has always some other shape, some other scent, maybe even some other name, but you know … Continue reading

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flows – tanka

irremovable time courses ponderously along veins of clay – listening to its ripple thoughts weave for it a delta   © Liliana Negoi

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