second to hourA Poem by snakeoilsecond to second every second of life
every second of life cells are born and die they accumulate int minutes and hours
like children's sandcastles mostly moods from elation to despair everything in-between is called normal the sailboats of our lives calm and hot places or stormy like a sturdy ship we shouldn't be too swatted by our sails as emotions too much our logic is the ships compass and steering wheel
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Added on October 18, 2022 Last Updated on October 18, 2022 Author |