Five Minute Hour
There was an urgency about her.
Like she was on a mission,
And running out of time.
She held the pen with a fierce soul
And let her eyes taste the sky
As she pondered of the faults of the world.
The clouds came together,
Forming inspiration and tears,
And she glided the ink across the page
Hoping it would absorb the rage of her smile.
I stared at her for a five minute hour
And blinked only when a cloud broke.
The sun hit her
Like an alarm going off in her head,
And she dropped the pen
Into a puddle of poetry lost.
She let her mouth see the ground
As she pinched her arm in confusion.
The rain poured atop the silk of her skin
And the fierce growl meowed in unison
With the thunder of her heartbreak.
I blinked and let her be.
There was a beauty about her.
Like she was a china doll,
About to crack.
� neda hakimi
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