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«The Clock» by Miriam Costa

The soul with its clock = tick-tock and other seconds I steal to remain out of sync.
Waking up = I have wandered through dreams, and in the morning rhythm, I cast off my weariness—that time which passes and leaves everything hushed.

Outside myself = much is said, yet a profound silence dwells within; feelings mingle in disarray, shaping the art I create as I follow the sun’s hand.

This brings me calm—something the clock hand cannot replicate. So, I sigh, reflecting on what endures and what amounts to nothing.

The hand marks the departure.
It is I who chart my own path.

Not every step I take is a moment of fulfillment, yet the years embrace us, reminding us that time has not forgotten.

If time exists merely to outmaneuver the world, I feel afraid and use red paint to write upon a mirror.

If peace belongs to the world—which it rarely does—then the hours have never known it.

Tick-tock and its trajectories; someone turns the clock hands into a memory.

The scent of wildflowers on the table is comforting and pleasant, separating the counting of time from the rest of the world.

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Author Bio

Miriam Costa – born in Luanda, Angola, arrived in Brazil at the age of 3, loves to read and eventually studied fine arts. Her writings are always a mixture of her drawings and digital collages. She participated in group and individual exhibitions. She created poetry zines and have her own brand of skateboard shirts. Published 8 books in partnership with international writers, a member of the readers’ club in her city and also does volunteer work with children. She collaborated with columns in law and business consultancy newspapers with a «feel» of humor. She participates in poetry collectives and creates independent album covers. Graduated in radiology, fashion, she is a bilingual translator, editor of Masticadores Brasil, also a writer for CronicArte magazine. Photography and poetry is in her soul.