I am fast , I mean real fast the clock can’t keep up with me
Trains and cars won’t dare try me in a race feel me?
I am not running nor walking, flying? you wish
I would stop but green is the only color that I see
The speed of light is nothing compare to me
Go is the only word that I know
Stop is not in my vocabulary
I am only an air of fresh breeze for humanity
Those who can see me can barely keep up with me
This poem right here only took me one second you see
I am fast, I am sort of everything you wish to be.
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Author:
Landsley Alexandre (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 23rd, 2011 19:55
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
good job.
Thank you
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