Six minutes falls from my heart
\nlike a broken bird.
\nCloud of poetry,
\nunable to fly.
\nWings still folded.
\nA time in which destiny is wrapped,
\nunopened,
\nwaiting,
\nunable to be born.<\/p>\n
Six minutes to breathe a lifetime.
\nTo see the beginning and end.
\nTo see eons in a tree,
\nthe reaches of space,
\nthe rainbow\u2019s ribbon,
\ntime stretched like a road.
\nTo beg the question,
\nhow long is a life
\ngiven six of them?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Six minutes falls from my heart like a broken bird. Cloud of poetry, unable to fly. Wings still folded. A time in which destiny is…<\/p>\n