From My Poetry Diary - "Child's Grip"

"Child's Grip"

While I'm walking, time passes.

Slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly,

Getting rid of the remnants of the day in my area.

Can memories be forgotten?

Completely vanishes in time

Leaving you with a child's mind that is spotless?

A new day in the same situation

Should I embrace my state of mind?

Is it the time that determines where I stay?

I'm letting go of my future days.

From a child's grip of impatience

I'm going to leave it to this constant, mindless time.

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I hope you enjoyed it.
Claudia

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