Time - Poem by albot george
I'm standing at my window looking at the moon above.
With a breeze so calm and listening to the music that I love
Time nearly standing still, or perhaps just continues slow
Is this how it feels to be in love, I need to know?
The moon just smiles and says wait and see
Not everything in life is as clear as me
The ground that feels as if it's fallen from beneath my feet
Is it love then tell me, because I'll never retreat
And as I close my eyes, and float in to space
I can feel your touch, your warm embrace
I hear your voice and see your face
Just to wake with you in this place
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