365 Poetrics

Friday, July 15, 2011

Fading dust

Time is ticking

In every passing moment

The relief of peril

Screams in the air

As the dust

Fades.

Michael: As you know, I'm Michael Hand. I am filled with humerous refrences no one gets and my own brand of wisdom in the form of myths, aliens, pizza, politics, or a combination. I like Animals, Debating, Horses, Most Other People, Food, Conspiracy Theories and, of course, Writing My Own Special Brand Of Short Stories and Poems, so enjoy the blog.

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