When
You are with
Me minutes fly
Gossamer wings
Like fairies flickering
Caught in the moment
Between past & present
Swinging by in seesaws
Uncaring, minutes ticking
Minimizing in miniscules
Mirroring your reflections
Smiling back at sorrow
Reduction of defaults
We're past the point
Of ever returning
Cast off sails
Fellowship
Flounder
Flare
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Doris C. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks