Racing to.......
Racing to the future ...
In an antique car ...
Where will we end up ...
Will it be close or far ...
Will we leave the old behind ...
Adopting new ways ...
Or will we cling to the past ...
And brighter days ...
White clouds above ...
The wind in our face ...
We travel through generations ...
We're on a time race.
In an antique car ...
Where will we end up ...
Will it be close or far ...
Will we leave the old behind ...
Adopting new ways ...
Or will we cling to the past ...
And brighter days ...
White clouds above ...
The wind in our face ...
We travel through generations ...
We're on a time race.
Focus
I watch my catGaze with the Intensity
Of galaxies
Blazing in her eyes
Delineating every hair
Every muscle taut towards
Her desire
But
Why say that
She is Mine?
Might as well say that
I am Hers -
That We are
Ours. As Boundaries blur
Together
Poetry by "Begin - writing, yoga, and more"
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