Time, a poem by Tamar Gvelesiani at Spillwords.com
Ethan Sykes



written by: Tamar Gvelesiani



The airplane we missed,
The letters you haven’t read,
I used my pen to say
Those exсuses, I had.

But time fastened me,
Like a hologram of your hand,
The possibilities I had,
Wishing to fly above my head.

I wanted to breathe the wind
of the human century’s progress,
Blowing like a puzzling dream,
Through the nights we missed, we felt.

The time sent to me
Has the smell of fastened belts,
I am given a second to dream,
And a moment to reach the hell.

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