A NICKEL ROLLED DOWN THE PAVEMENT,
A SECOND AND A HALF PASSED,
I TRY TO FREEZE THE TIME,
BIT I AM NO GOD,
NO KEEPER OF TIME,
LITTKE BIRDLINGS IN THE NEST GROW STONGER,
DEVELOP THEIR WINGS AND ATTEMPT TO FLY,
A WINDOW LETS OUT HER LAST BREATH IN HER WICKER CHAIR,
IN HER WRINKLED BODY THERE IS NO MORE LIFE,
A YOUNG MAN RUSHES INTO HIS OFFICE,
ALL SWEATY AND RED,
AND TIME DOES NOT WAIT FR HIM :)
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