and if i could tell the time for us to stop
so we could continue writing the story of our love
maybe if we could make life to go back and rewind
to when fate tying us up earlier, our fingers intertwinedyou know i didn't like the reality of growing old
love songs still plays, the love story uphold
but if i'll be with you in it then it would surely be great
the world might be black and white, but we'll color it with our faithso i wouldn't have my admiration concealed in clandestine
and you would surmise my affection in the movement of my eyes
storms never lasts, i now feel alright
with your hand in mine, i am in a daylightEstl. 2024
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Poems and Prose and Girlhood
PoetryA gallimaufry of poetry and prose arose throughout my girlhood.