Time, an enemy to our union,
flies, when my hand rests in yours.
Your fragrance filling my lungs
alongside the air I breathe.Our laughter soil the silence,
blotting out the fear and sating
my hunger for peace.
Cloaked in the serenity.So let's fly with the time,
and grow with the times.
For this love might be,
just for a life time.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
sHoRt PoEtRy By A cLuMsY gIrL
PoesiaShort poems from the finger tips of a clumsy girl and the heart of a strong teenager