Olimpia Sarb


In My Soul An Unforgiving Clock - Poem by Olimpia Sarb

In my soul - an unforgiving clock,
All the things of this world - in a hurry,
Time should disappear, I wish,
At least today,
At least now.
My sweetheart’s tales cling to my seconds,
The slow-moving Snail of Earth accompanies these tales,
The clock in my soul is purring.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013


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