This Time (a kyrielle)
Time slips away in fleeting tread,
our bond a slender mortal thread,
whose time is short and goes so fast.
This then, just this, will have to last.
The time spent in your arms is brief
like the colors in an autumn leaf.
Too soon this time with you is past.
This then, just this, will have to last.
Blue meteor streaks the night in glory,
swiftly born and dies a forgotten story.
Nothing’s come that has not passed.
This then, just this, will have to last.
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