Orange

Me,

I am in the
turn of the hours,
and the hours are
drifting too fast,
leaving me here like
a nobody but

me,

the only one
who sees many things
from the inside and
the outside looks like
it will going to put
me somewhere.

 

2016

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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