TASTE HASTE~A POEM~BY PATIENCE ATTAH
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 firef
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