tempus fugit*
holding his hands, i want
talking to him, i need
quiet but assuring, i should
that our ways might part, how right
that all roads have ends, indeed
tempus fugit
souls stay connected
(kemang, 2003)
* tempus fugit = time flies
Labels: poem
posted by Radite at Monday, July 21, 2003
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