from one to the next
they drag or they fly
seamlessly stretching
ever-so-smoothly
like taffy you're pulling
your thoughts ever shouting
or murmuring, whisper
scolding and pleading
this moment to stay,
as it is, evermore.
I don't really like this poem at all, but I have two minutes to post this, so there it is :P
Kelia
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