My Interpretation & Decoration of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.


Sunlight tilted,

moving gently,

on the smooth varnish of the table,

like the hands of a clock,


the scattered and fragmentary time,

an empty afternoon,

like countless tiny water droplets,

destined to be,

injected into the river of time,

nowhere to be found,

as sunlight and crinkly clouds,

moving slowly,

wild birds stop flying,

staying silent,

with the forest on the slopes.

in a dream there exist,

the dazzling galaxy at night,

and feathered time that escaped from a sealed container,


can’t catch anything.


Comments on: "Time-lapse" (2)

  1. beautiful poems my friend

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