Keeping Secrets
and revealing myself one poem at a time
Monday, October 27, 2014
Child of Time
Child
Of time
Turn
To me;
Fresh faced child,
Return.
Run
With me
Once again.
Apple cheeks grow thin,
Bright eyes dim,
Summer
Fades
Away.
Child of mine,
Harvest
Ends.
Don't run,
Stay.
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