Knot Poem by Bry Barrault

Knot



The result o your swirling tongue
Circling mine,
Has turned into
A knot
On my left hand.
Time Time is the Essence of life
weaving moments
low and high
ticking slowly to tunes,
time, time,
time has a smile
it has a place
make your mark
make it today,
but don't get
lost and caught
in time! time! time!

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Bry Barrault

Bry Barrault

New York, New York
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