There beneath an endless sky
The sun looked down with a golden eye
As we roamed, drinking the breeze,
Wishing for the world to freeze.
We talked of what's ahead of us,
There at the crossroads of "want" and "must."
Further up the hill we climbed,
And all I could do was wish for more time.
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
