Minutes pass to hours as we meld;
One touch and a thousand words past –
Mirth unconstrained
Ending at dawn.
Nestled in the corner,
Trudging with the flow of time,
Simple desires.
Minutes pass to hours as we meld;
One touch and a thousand words past –
Mirth unconstrained
Ending at dawn.
Nestled in the corner,
Trudging with the flow of time,
Simple desires.
Brunilda Writes 