16.01.2025 Anne-Lise Andresen Copyright © All Rights Reserved
11th place in the contest
When the seconds don't flow with energy. Don't wish to fight for the space, to be seen. Essence doesn't fetch you double jeopardy. Thoughts break through their own fences on the screen. When I connect through pages of aged time. My limbs that have run wild, now siesta. The years lullabies and nursery rhyme, being snapped away by an orchestra. Tomorrow's melody, melting away. Connect often with family and friend. I admit my hair has turned silver gray. Life's last journey - we will meet at the end. 10 syllables per line
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