Blankets of snow

cover green pastures

just so we know

time moves faster,

when we roam

in deep slumber

oblivious of whom

can watch us in wonder.

 

Yet,

 

Time moves slow

like sharp winter winds

with painful blows

that twist and spins,

as if bearing no clothes

except our bare skin

and bodies that pose

naked, in sin.

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Yes. I have been absent from my blog for some time now. Hopefully, my presence was missed by many. But I am inspired to see that people still kept my blog awake even throughout my months of slumber, and for that I am grateful.

 

 

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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

The mind of a frantic poet. The ambition of an entrepreneur. And lastly, the heart of an old soul.

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