Can you hear . . .
The faint sounds of time,
Like little droplets of rain,
So quiet, so subtle, like a fog rising
At dawn . . .
The flowers kissed by the dew,
The birds waiting on the light,
And then . . .
Time unfolds the day,
So quiet, so subtle, as quietness calls
Your soul . . .
Then the crow calls from the field
To let us know:
That time waits on no one . . .
Epaphroditus© January 7, 2024
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