December 2, 2014 Secondhand Whispers (Tanka) 2 Comments Secondhand whispers Softly, rhythmically droning Fleeting in countdown Too busy–we wish them gone That is until the drone stops ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~ Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related Posted by Dom DiFrancesco in Poetry Tagged: death, dying, future, hurrying, life, live in the present, living, past, present, rushing, time, wasting time
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