Tempus Imaginarium Poem by Norah AlMalki

Tempus Imaginarium



A WHOLE Day hurries by,
Halts midway,
And looks at me.

'I am stuck here, ' motionless, I beg.
A tiny moment passes us-
Laughs at me-
Holds the hand of my precious Day,
And creepily fled by.

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