Jul 29, 2013

As you speak

When words run dry, 
so do I
only to falter and try.

Maybe some day we can overlook
a golden creek and a crystal brook,
over beige lanes and silver nooks. 

time with you seems to pass me by
in half a turn or blink of an eye
But if I had to, I still would vy, 
to be a part of you until the next time you come by. 

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