By Joys Annika DavidI. I rely on the sun’s constant kept time.In awe, I glance out the window to seepaint strokes of color calling the day torest. There is more to life than the everyday bustle of mundane tasks. This, I thinkof, sitting alone in the dusk’s comingdarkness, watching the light outside. I wishI can capture the aura of these hours,painting my gravestone … [Read more...] about Blank Hours Poem
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