Random Thought

My friend has been asking me to showcase her poetry for a while now, so here it goes. Hope you enjoy.

Time is an illusion
that rapidly disintegrates
    we are but micro specs
     on this combusting
      ball of fire. Where
      poverty reaps the land
     it eludes us.
    Me, you, time
  are cross lovers
   of the past.
    It could never be
     a past without the
       I say this to say,
        be my time lapse
         where flowers grow
           in the midnight.

                  Marlo Kisses

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