Fleeting Poem by Warren Augustus de Guzman

Fleeting

Rating: 4.9


Fleeting is the night when I am with you.
hours seem like minutes,
minutes seem like seconds,
seconds seem like moments.
Tomorrow comes too soon.

I try with all my might to hold on to you,
as the moments turn to seconds,
seconds to minutes,
minutes to hours.
Tomorrow comes too soon.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Osborne 03 January 2005

Excellent from first to last. A 10+.

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