Treasure Island

Terence G. Craddock

(Westport New Zealand)

Heart Flutters More Frequently


heart flutters more frequently now
skipping more beats as tired we lie in repose
heart also is yearning claiming attention
look at me consider me time is clawing...

back energy opportunities in hour glass
waste not falling sands passing buy time each
precious second secure produce harvest
all which time relentless allows to grow...

Submitted: Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 03, 2014

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Written in April 2014 on the 3.4.2014.




Copyright © Terence George Craddock

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