Tajma Hall - This poem

this poem
or rather a song
from the heart
does not my body bleed
I have yet to soul
or know what it means
that she escapes me
is it not my heart, mind?
please tell me
my eyes despise the hidden
a counterpart to the hands
I see a clock its tick
warning me that time
escapes into eternity
rise a question?
do not block the sun
it rays of light
shun so I can see
my soul
is as a child
young - proper
on the emotion level
of about a three...

Tajma Hall

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