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: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to 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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