Time
Is there a world where time ceases
And your scent encroaches on the stillness
between
its frames…
If time it be that counsels chills
to rail against the elegance of moonlight,
then time it is,
that sounds a wail when daylight hides…
and you don’t stay
Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo | Year Posted 2016
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