Yarn

Time unravels like a ball of yarn

Before a frisky kitten

It seems to come off in yards

In times of joy

By microns in sadness

I with this tendency could reverse

And the minutes in your arms

Could turn into years

And be like those moments

When the kitten can't

Get any off at all

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S74rw4rd's picture

Excellent metaphor!


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