The Womb Of TimeA Poem by riverscreative expression begins with the moment something appears in front of your minds eye...as an empty page taunts thoughts and evolves moments![]() hours
slowly drip onto the taunting empty page
similes... form clots at the tip of the quill
in another poignant passing moment
© 2015 riversAuthor's Note
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