Waiting at 11
only to cross hearts
what time will it take
for depart to come apart
walking in lanes
never to cross by
sincerity blooming under sky
inflated is love
the heart unfurling in cold breeze tonight
with all those years
waiting;
when shall it arrive?
it was a talk of year or two
when turned forever?
Life delayed its opportunity
we grew up slower by count
having its own plan
as time flies by….
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Author:
spilleronsheet (
Offline) - Published: July 20th, 2022 05:59
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Comments1
Terrific title
Fantastic four stanzas - maybe to match the four fleeting seasons and indeed, possibly time itself ..
Wonderfully readable and certainly enjoyed .................. Neville
And that sure was a remarkable appreciation I could achieve…thanks always dear Neville
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