Seeping Time

Written for the Quadrille prompt at dVerse. A poem in exactly 44 words using the chosen word of shimmer.

shimmer

I feel the breeze

and hear the whisper,

watch it dance across the surface,

a shimmer of passing time,

the faintest touch,

skin on skin,

breath on breath,

a hint of just a moment,

of time we cannot hold,

seeping beneath the swell.

 

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