Time hands its toysA Poem by Cyrano
Where do you end in this moment?
You are endless, love Time is something above us falling Something over there, falling. Here is only the light, The Moon of you catching it as it falls against us. Speak and break the eternal silence, Tell me, this time, all the things you want me to hear, Before we go back into that dreadful box. © 2020 Cyrano |
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Added on March 17, 2020 Last Updated on March 17, 2020 Author
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