TASTE HASTE(~A POEM~).

Flee forth and back,I am the time racer
Haste with pride and heaven’s high
Soar with full career,I am the time tracer
Taste every bit of precious seconds,
I am the path finder…. who will be the cook?
Lick down the milky way,
Where loved ones disappear
Like the dark world’s deepest magic it shall
present
Lie on my childhood ,to know man’s gift
A sweet gift that must be wisely used
Every time must be accounted for
Sermon every soul to shake
I am the lyre’s dancer
Sing aloud every singing hymns
Because I tell you,time flies like fireflies……………
July
Conceal the july

~BY PATIENCE ATTAH

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