A blue container of time, is measured with grains of sand, like silk so fine ticking away. What’s left to say? Steadily going, never slowing counting down is the fate that it’s bound. Ticking away. What’s left to say? The clear walls muffling the grains of sand stumbling making tiny “piffs” against the sand. Ticking away. What’s left to say? Continue reading Two Minute Timer
As the RPM gauge resets, its like a whole new journey. A fresh start, a whole new gear ready to be pushed to its limits. As the turbocharger whirs and the supercharger screams, the mustang races down the highway. Continue reading RPM
In the light there is nothing But in the night it shines As bright as the sun It is another world A shining word That you could never imagine Continue reading Shine Bright
Water falls fast Splashing on the rocks Below forms a pool Continue reading Waterfall Haiku