[Day 3][First Poem]: "A Wealth Of Time" | Notes and Drafts
Reading Time: < 1 minute A clock is no one neither slave nor master it is a number line that is ever marching Towards the passage of time Time, the only wealth we have to love, to cherish, to waste, to long for It’s value bows neither gold nor spirit Not to the outrage of mice, Not to the speculation ofContinue reading