In the ever flowing stream of yesterday,
the night came.
Hurrying in the noon's chariot,
and at the double clicking of the dial.
I was old; and grey.
« return.
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| by Amodu O. Razaq | |
| Published on: Jan 27, 2009 | |
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| Type: Poetry | |
| https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=24117 | |
| Mourning go away with time. In the ever flowing stream of yesterday, the night came. Hurrying in the noon's chariot, and at the double clicking of the dial. I was old; and grey. « return. |
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