PROCRASTINATION BY ALHASSAN PROSPER
For it is as silent as a day of grief
the cool breeze of the night rest upon my heavy eye lid
time passes like a running shadow
yet no sound to appeal my hunger
my hunger for a text from my beloved.
and then the chirp of a bird I hear
but the whistle of the wind catches my attention
only to my surprise I realize
I have lost track of time
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Author:
Prosper (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was inspired to write this when i was procrastinating my preparation for an exam to talk to my lover.
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Comments4
i hope you all like it
I was going to...... Doh! now I've taken so long over it, I've run out of time to do it! heehee.
You need an 'R' after the 'C' in the title!
Thank you.
That'll be proCras...... I see 🙂
This is Superb
Thanks Rainstar
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