Des vagues de temps

Lie upon stiff

brown grass.

Watching,

 

still blue waves

kissing rocks

they do smash..

 

While

in the slow,

ticking of time..

We attempt to

write, sickly, stinky

bad rhymes…

 

Floating words

metaphorically

honestly observed

frozen thoughts

hidden history..

 

Written silently

in-between

every bad, line…

 

Sitting on dead

grass,

one eye blind…..

 


Des vagues de temps

Des vagues

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