The Minutes: A Poem
Walking, slowly, deftly, soundly,
Caressing my feet is the earth,
The foundation for the path,
A long and winding road,
Sometimes rocky, so my toes are coarse,
But still curling in anticipation,
For every footstep rising and falling,
A fleeting mark upon the ground,
The wind moves it swiftly with rhythm,
To the beat of my heart,
Both ticking off the moments,
Like a clock measuring the sands of time.
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