Patti Masterman - The Usual Suspects

what moves outside of time-
what moves in a clear sky,
that makes us move?

what's time to a beating heart,
what's time to those who cry-
that moves us

what moves a heart;
what cries for lost time,
that moves among us-

as always,
there is only the wind,
in answer

Patti Masterman

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