
This little verse is like a personal prayer. It means a lot to me.
I don’t write a lot of poetry. I don’t even class it as poetry. It’s just a thought I had one night. My father inspired me too.
There Is No Time
There is no time, things just is you see,
In the house of my mind where the child I did be.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days - structured things,
Are me…
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