The song of time

by Ziad Dib Jreige   Jan 20, 2020


The song of time

Take the most of me
Before I go and fly
Before I race and flee
Too far and too high

It is a tragedy
I see you know not
That I'm completely free
That I ask for naught

I am the busy bee
I am the ancient sun
I am the vast sea
Have me ere I run

© Ziad Dib Jreige

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