A Keepsake
A world without setting alarms;
Cliche clocks are my enemy,
way too good at ruining fun;
Castaway I’ll stay out at sea;
Island wake up suits me just fine ,
sand all over my toes at daybreak;
Hand on my lips enjoy silence,
brand this view into a keepsake.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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