Time
Legs' crossed and in a quite corner,
turning a page of an old borrowed book,
with wonders in your eyes,
A quick turn of an hour glass,
took you away.
And a travel can go too far,
to the blues and jazz - the feet can dance.
Spinning around to the ticking clock,
Giggling to a joy of a masquerade ball,
Come back my dear,
you've been gone too long.
Copyright © Sarah Jabri | Year Posted 2015
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