Poetry

On Time

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April is over

confusion at time’s passing.

Touch it as it goes.

…………………………

Casualty of clock’s

ticking… Organize chaos,

time is my lover.

Wake up to action.
Three Hundred and Sixty Five
days to create love.

Ghosts, Goblins, Fairies, Witches, and Grim Reapers, Beware!

Here’s The Mysterious Man!

Happy Halloween!