The Chronicle Of Time Poem by Hashim Hamzat
The Chronicle Of Time
She came alone and dance with fierce, the end is upon her head and the end is very near.
She plunges in thought and filled her void, she cries so deep accursed, and the end is very near.
She felt the void which mind her breast, she snapped her sword with joy and the end is very near.
Saturday, May 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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