#2123-Bars
24/05/2023
A day confined,
When my breathing,
Wishes it was refined.
So without hurry,
Or substantial worry,
I count the seconds,
Slowly ticking by.
Tomorrow will arrive,
In the blink of an eye,
Even though she seems,
In a land far away,
Where my imagination,
Cannot reach today.
.
Comments are closed here.