TantarsticA Poem by TangowilliamTantrastic
In still embrace, we hold me close
and strain for the rhythm of our heart. Remembering, we breathe and hold my
breath, we hold my breath and then we breathe. We look at me and I ask? We say hold and hold and hold and
hold … Remembering, we breathe and hold my
breath, we hold my breath and breathe. And we ask? We ask … Remembering, we breathe, hold,
breathe, hold, breathe, we hold my breath and breathe. If we could, if we could fly. If we
could, if we could shine. If we could, if we could still time. The clock hesitates, then ticks a
tock. A rush of time that cannot rush. A swift of
time with one pace swamps the clock, a tick a tock, a tick a tock … at one, at
rest. © 2022 Tangowilliam |
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Added on February 24, 2022 Last Updated on February 24, 2022 Author
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