time is yours as a whole
time is mine as a sarcophagus
time hides small
large
extralarge words

time dresses you up
time always says gooood byee to spring

these little spring seasons often close their eyes

they do not love autumn

eyes can see
springs, autumns may see those tired and slow
vapours of fog
or smog
in time
through my eye

May 29th, 2005,
Blaj