Time
too little said too soon
or is it too much too late
either way, the crescent moon
just won't align
reflections in a mirror cracked
icy winds stinging my face
it ebbs and flows when I look back
the clock on zulu time
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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