Swift like a breeze
In secret
Through winter freeze
Passed by
My cheeks, chest and knees
Before I could indulge myself
And breathe, embrace and kiss
To make you stay in cease
You were gone
Making the moment
And my days antiques
Until you come again
Who can ease my unease?
For only then
Could I appease my unpeace!
Possessed is what borrowed
Such a short life at its lease
Lost is what once rented
What can be my pleas?
(March 2007)
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