Eight hours spent
infront of my computer
Two more hours
infront of my tv
Another two
infront of faces I do not know
braving my way back home
and finding some spot
inside a tightly-packed train
Which of these hours
were truly mine
which hours
the hours I’d look forward to
when I open my eyes from sleep?
O, that I may spend more hours
living
running
walking beneath the pouring rain
I’d give my hours
for some minutes
with which I can look beyond the sky
and catch myself some butterflies
I’d give my minutes
for some seconds
a miniscule moment
in which there’d be a kiss
a song
an eternity
that never fades
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Hi Jocelyn,
I love your blog header image and the concept of the blog being a spirituality cafe. Keep serving up the nourishing poems and articles!
Daphne
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