One Modern Time

Shall we know about love in between eyes, the ability to stare that moment standing still, on the reach those identified one simple kissy lips, not hardly to speak sound, one wind tangle the hair, easy to catch the breath and breathe same thought scenario blush, two bare pioneer naked hands, and face-up the current palms openly, one pale female face on the soft and tender freckles appear, cheek to cheek clear, trimmed little tear came down gentle collide, the beauty is like a red rose peddles right through entire heartbeat, nice and silk all the way smooth like a blanket of green thorn grass

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

1-5-25