The Hours Have WingsA Poem by Michael StevensTime warp![]() The Hours Have Wings
Spinning around at supersonic
speeds,
Hands climb up the face in a blur
It must be that the hours have
wings
And fly past barely touching the
ground
Seems it's tomorrow before I knew
it was today
No time to catch my breath, no time
to adjust,
No time in no time
© 2015 Michael Stevens |
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Added on May 4, 2015 Last Updated on May 4, 2015 AuthorMichael StevensAboutI write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more.. |


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