playing memory
while
our fingers dance
in impossible circles
round you and me
and everything us
but our eyes-
they hold
volumes of futures
not written
yet,
while staring time
in its hand covered face……
playing memory
while
our fingers dance
in impossible circles
round you and me
and everything us
but our eyes-
they hold
volumes of futures
not written
yet,
while staring time
in its hand covered face……