Saturday, November 14, 2015

A message

By X. Z. Shao


A message

I posted on my social media

was one minute old.

Taking another look,

I noticed it had been five.

The number soon became

one day, one month

and quickly one year ago,

like a bird flying to the past.

A friend I met and parted,

one month, two months,

one year, two years

and now becomes very old.

Time, I know what you can,

wait or slow down your pace,

until Im an innocent child again.


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