Change

like a flock of birds solemnly flying in line,
time ebbs and webs, leaving traces of its trail
paradoxically, faster we run, slower world moves.
yet, regardless, to fill this one minute,
with everything I’ve got:
the sweat. the tears. the cries. the smiles.
Leaving no excuses nor regret.
I have answered to my call the best I could.

1.10.2023

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