The Eternal Poem by John Zxj

The Eternal



minute by minute
the clock is ticking
on the plane of circle
time is spinning around
as a space of cirle can never end


word by word
the poem has been written
in the paper of white
imagination is sparked off
as a piece of paper can never limit

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John Zxj

John Zxj

Guangdong, China
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