Mondays are meshed with Tuesdays and the week with the whole year. Time cannot be cut with your weary scissors, and all the names of the day are washed out by the waters of night.
Happy you liked it Cécile. Yes, without our marks and signs we would get lost in the infinity of time. Time is so much bigger than all of us, and our funny writings on its walls really get washed away so quickly.
Mondays are meshed with Tuesdays
2 comments:
It's so right... Time doesn't really exists in the way we perceive it. Beautiful poem. Thanks.
Happy you liked it Cécile.
Yes, without our marks and signs we would get lost in the infinity of time. Time is so much bigger than all of us, and our funny writings on its walls really get washed away so quickly.
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