anthony quiles

Time Passed

time passed,
moving along the way,
along cobblestone streets,
thru dark alleyways,
swirled around,
in hazy dust filled rooms,
at times in,
moments - moments,
aloft, alone, and against the grain...

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 6, 2010

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