Clock strike at 10:30
I stopped and
Remembered our memory
Things were going smoothly
It turned the tables,
Well, it could be
I was at my secrecy
Where I had thought
You'll never find me
Yet, you found the real thee
Love ends when
Clock strike at 10:30
YOU ARE READING
La vie est un Poetica
PoetryTHIRD POETRY COMPILATION "Life is a poetry" -DEAR, LUNA