With a Silent Beat

Day Time passes

with a silent beat

from sunrise to


Then skips, repeats

Nature ambiguously


Like the benign sound of

a grandfather clock

but human Time is


No one  sees the seconds


The minutes deserting


The argumental hours


hide and seek


eroding lives

Until there is nothing left


the notion of Time

and the residue of

unanswered questions


Paolo Michell


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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