Fling Poem by Warren Augustus de Guzman

Fling

Rating: 5.0


A minute passed by,
A capsule of seconds,
A quark of an hour,
It just passed by.

You don’t feel it.
You can’t see it coming.
You can’t watch it going.
You can’t even touch it.

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