Roaming Poem by Mehran Sirani

Roaming



The wicked pointers of the clock
Are devilishly moving backward
Each second seems an endless trip
Deep inside an infinite black hole
Where time, space and black matter
Are passing each other like strangers


M. Sirani 13.06.2015

Saturday, June 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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