Fantasy

a weak man is not a dead man
even if his emotions are a carousel
of worries.
he is like an old clock
each stroke strikes with dust
and tears the cobwebs
for years to fall.
all on his mind is a cloud
that passes with the night
that takes the shadows and gives a sun.
a weak man is not a dead man
his hands are only short from where
it itches.

Ruddapoet

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  • QueenBeeba

    April 11, 2022 at 2:08 am

    Phrases beautiful used

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