Balloons with smiling faces.
Masks with saddening traces.
Which one do I choose?
Yesterday was the traces.
Tomorrow will be the faces.
So then,
Today must be
The .
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
PoetryAs complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...
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