Waiting

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What of her presence in this prison of glass and time?

The sands speak of things lost and half forgotten.

She waits, anticipation all consuming. It gnaws, it infuriates.

The stars plunge from the heavens, yet no light illuminates her darkness.

Fugit inreparabile tempus, “it escapes, irretrievable time”.

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3 thoughts on “Waiting

    • Oh no Bernadette! This sadness needs only to be released. Just imagine opening the door of a bird cage to allow the bird to fly free. Sometimes our sorrows, procrastination and regret at the passage of time can make us feel trapped. These can be discarded. We only need to change our perception.

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