The Winds Of Time. Poem by Peter Vealey

The Winds Of Time.

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The winds of time,
Are telling me,
Its` time to leave
You.
Strange noises!
This version of squeaky
Clean.
Ain`t lean or young,
No more.
Whatever I have felt,
Love or less?
Maybe the devils`anxiety,
Has clouded this autumn
Dawn and,
Time waits,
Only as long as obituaries,
Are requested.

Sunday, September 27, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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Peter Vealey

Peter Vealey

Hertfordshire
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