Rushing
fleeing dawn
in hushed whispers
with rustling tick-tock heartbeats.
Running.
Chased
by time
strumming new beginnings
across those yesteryear fields running.
Rushing.
fleeing dawn
in hushed whispers
with rustling tick-tock heartbeats.
Running.
Chased
by time
strumming new beginnings
across those yesteryear fields running.
Rushing.
Photo & Poem
Copyright 2010 JO Janoski
Loved your poem and photo Jo beautiful!!
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