Time - Poem by Carl A.I.
Time can crawl like the snail
leaving behind slimy trails of regret
it can also soar
like the Peregrine Falcon
swiftly and carefree, devouring space
and leaving behind it
I am not human as I feel part falcon, part snail.
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