Counting Seconds

strange how time rambles

on

when hours are packed with

things to do

a meeting with a friend

or a book too good to put

down

and strange too

how seconds tick

loud

like church bells

when one’s mind is blank

not a soul to be found

though a sinner would suffice

or better still

a friend

one without a mask

in this enigma

called life

 

By Paolo Michell

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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