The Run Away

The Run Away

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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with my bad heart?

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The Run Away

It’s Time I see running in its place
Just a breath, a small puff of air,
I grab it’s confines, rest on the laurels of the moment
Here time straggles, struggles to run,
Oh the power of stillness,
The insight of epiphany
A dance with serendipity
I play knowing only to soon
We all run away

© 2018 Alfred Kukitz


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Thank You Owl on the Moon!

In retirement time slips and slides all over the atmosphere.

Regards,
Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


One can feeling the struggle, the pulling, the sighing, the glimpse of time slipping out of sight. So rhythmic and rich.

Posted 8 Years Ago


You got it baby......forever!

Love,

Al

Posted 8 Years Ago


I'll stand by you, Alfred. "A dance with serendipity", only if I can dance barefoot!

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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