they say the days grow short
though morning come as it had
20,000 have before
and I am sober still
with the days that will not fill
and each minute a reminder
of this empty cup's remainder
an hour is forever
when there is nothing new to do
at dawn,
she caught my heavy eye
how light
she seems as she could fly
and greets the morning as something new
I chase her just for sport
to start my heart
and reembark on looking forward
instead of upon the hour
and time will flow like water
when there's something new to do
can you tell what I'm thinking so I know you understand?
Comments
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I like it, it's smooth like a bolero.
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This is excellent,,the middle verse especially.there is something enchanting about it that I cannot quite place,,,its really deliciously good
bravo
T
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