The time of a child: the 'now'
There are mornings, like the childhood of time,
That don't know yet how to count.
All I hear is a murmur: a drizzle of daylight
Trickling 'now' after 'now' on my skin.
Raquel Angel Nagler
Submitted: Sunday, September 16, 2012
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