Time To Go
It’s getting late, she stalls for time
Wrapped in the warmth of my embrace
She clings to me, our heartbeats rhyme
It’s getting late, she stalls for time
The moon will soon begin to climb
And light the contours of her face
It’s getting late, she stalls for time
Wrapped in the warmth of my embrace.
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A Triolet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Placed 1st
© 23rd August 2022
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