I throw away the seconds, the hours, weeks, and years
and scant, the time is smiling with chubby roundish face
while hiding in betrayal those Gethsemane’s fears,
which in my feverish racket of youth I can’t embrace.
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I like the composition of this poem; its smooth rhythm and rhymes. A delightful read!
Much appreciated, Mihaela!