Star Thoughts
Where do the minutes of our lives go?
Once bubbling in our young hands, do they go to Minute Land!?
I dream of passion and of lovers past!
Add,a cornicopia of nights of intoxicating kisses!
Mon amours, of my magical starlit, past.
So intoxicating, our love_filled wishes.
There is a youtful breeze in me, that never dies.
And, will dance on forever in ethereal skies.
Yes, and you can hear my midnight oceanic sighs.
7/15/2021
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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