Eyelids flicker
as rotating
hands
as giant as
ants blow
unfathomed
possibilities
held
in revolving
days I watch
dissipate
from
maelstroms
of
insouciant
realities
i call
“Could have beens”
disappear into
realms
of regret
i keep holding on to
when they were
never mine to begin with
and i cant stop them
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Iona Casapu
Ah the twists of time, turning into reality, and time comes back to torment.
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Yes! Love your interpretation. Thank you for reading!
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My pleasure
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This is gooooood. I love it!
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Thank you so much! Glad you do! 😊
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Looking forward for more of your works! Wish to collaborate with you soon. 🙂
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