It’s Thursday

“Sometimes I wonder,

when time runs out
where I’ll wish I was.
Under the shade of oaks or
sitting silent beneath
skies of orange, pink and
thinking sweetly of my time with you?
Running swift
before some brewing storm, or
hoping to one last time
know the way you look
at me when I spin in circles,
grab your hand,
you make me sing.
When time runs out
I hope I know what knowing is.
I hope I have the comfort of
just you being near and 
holding on so I might not fall, or
see that time’s run out at all.”
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    beeeautiful!

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