the time and the hour glass
the earth and the moon
the man ad the woman
thoughts hide in blink of eyes
.
none of us laugh too loud,
none of us speak too much,
the cold air passes by the window span
the dreams make one shake
.
the hands are black
the palms are white
the water drops from himalaya mountain
the fitbit, the miso soup, they merge to a perfect spot
2 comments:
It has awesome rhymes!
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blogging is nice.
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