half an hour
an hour can
slip away
time lost;
in thought
exploring
embracing intriguing
waiting thought landscapes;
creative
imagery
lures
adventures
within
inner
mind
limitless horizons;
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem