TURMOIL THAT STINKS

You feel the day,

A troubling breeze, pass away

The pace of hours, minutes, seconds

Travel at a speed, your attention beckons

The blur of dust from the rolling day

Remember the moments you keep away

The turmoil of time that ticks in your ear

The stench of the day wont disappear

It wont last, this day they say

so take a breath, just rest, just lay.

This turmoil it stinks!

Now it’s over, it’s gone

with a sigh of relief he thinks.

[annie raman]

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