It Simply Goes On And On For Hours And Hours Poem by RIC BASTASA
It Simply Goes On And On For Hours And Hours
a beautiful conversation is like a chain of flowers
from my hand to yours
it does not just arrive at a dead end street
where all of us want to go back home
it simply goes on and on for hours and hours
and we who are into it do not notice the monotonous
circling of time moving on the same face of the clock
and for sometime we move like caterpillars upon same leaf
that we tread upon and then eat.
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