Not so fast, Tempus
Not so fast, Tempus…
By day, the sun’s rays draw them up.
They grow before my eyes.
I kiss each one asleep
and know,
though adulthood gains ground with every day,
at night, kind childhood steals some back.
Not so fast, Tempus…
By day, the sun’s rays draw them up.
They grow before my eyes.
I kiss each one asleep
and know,
though adulthood gains ground with every day,
at night, kind childhood steals some back.
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