Time, a Poem

So many, metaphors here, translated…

Time is, with the Back of the Hand, Closing in on a Cat

As the Hand Approached that Light Pink Nostrils

that, is how time sneaks up on us…not my comic!


It’d Started, Inhaling the Air So Coldly

So, this, is how this poet interprets time, there’s how greedy the cat become, in consuming the air, which I believe, is a metaphor of how some of us greedily, tried too hard, to keep time from running out………


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