Time scrawls,
On these mirrors,
Traces of its presence —
Not a word unwritten, no trace
Unsketched.
#cinquain
Time scrawls,
On these mirrors,
Traces of its presence —
Not a word unwritten, no trace
Unsketched.
#cinquain
The fleeting time,
Has wreaked the night,
And in its silence,
There’s not even a whisper,
But, I know you are here,
Somewhere.
#free_verse