These Days #7

 

Here we stand, in running shoes.
These days pass like bullets. Near misses-
snapshots taken at the speed of light.
What might be around the corner
vivid pictures come to us all.
Take the morsel of contemplation-
when some blessed bell sounds. 
Then that's it. Let's go.

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◄ Disdain

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