Poetry and Lyrics
Friday, August 22, 2014
POETRY
Flying
Time passes,
This is for sure.
Casting glances,
Wanting more.
You entered my life,
One fine day.
Asked me to be your wife,
Now we’re on our way.
Above the stars,
Below the moon,
Headed to mars,
Make room, make room!
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