Imagineering #4: The Magic of Time Passing

Posted on Posted in Life, Music, piano, prose poem

Sober through the second act. Slipping.

Tiny slippers. Feeling.

Leading.

Meaning.

Tic.

Toc.

Tic, toc. Tic, toc.

This is the magic of time passing….

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