Time was when
I was drunk with life:
Green was my color,
My pennant, my glory;
Time, now is
Like this pebble
Come to spite me.
Benny Thomas 13-08-07
Labels: existence, frailty, mutability, time and place
Labels: existence, frailty, mutability, time and place
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