There's still time (poetry)
There is still time to stoke the grey ashes of the bonfire, to comb the cobwebs of oblivion and entangle ourselves in the same thread, before the flower remembers its garden and withers on the tablecloth.
There's still time to blur the sun and postpone the dawn, to count your moles and tattoo my back with your freckles; to sail on your skin before you are shipwrecked in the cold fog.
There's still time to muzzle the grimaces of time, to embrace the tick-tock and make up for lost hours, to melt our souls into the same melody of the heart.
There's still time to forget the splinters of the past, of jumping to the pearly moon and dying waning; and grow old in the shadow of the green weeping of willows.
There's still time...
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