Glass Kiss

Fortunes seeking passage

In old fabric sewn of all

Woven well and will unfold

If three weeks have passed

And months were longer

Wait two days more

And years won’t matter

Time will weave us once together

Tomorrow belongs to believing

Sand spun threads entwine us

Within the lace of this tapestry

Waiting her measure of history

 For love and a broken glass kissImage

 

 

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