Hours and Minutes
hours pass like minutes
sucked up in the vacuums of my thoughts
weaving a mesh of entangled webs
I'm in a far place where you get gently touched by lighting ,never struck
where you're like meadows seduce both the hunter and the prey
where lions go vegetarian
where there's no policing of thoughts
no place to hang faults
suddenly there's no room in the room
cobwebs weave delicately ,where serenity can't but hug lucidity
tamer hossam
Copyright © Tamer Hossam | Year Posted 2019
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