Tissue on my hand.

That’s a photo art that I made a month ago… Today, I decided to make a poem out of it.

It’s a tissue on my hand

It blooms like a flower

And closes in an hour

But hours seemed a second

For  it’s a cycle — blooms; closes.

But one thing that I understand,

It is constant.

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