POETRY : FRESLY (4)

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It is your grey tiny hairs
That could not be paired
The way your smile aired
Fleeting on my stare

The way you move freezes time
It is like I was stuck in lime
You are more valuable than dime
And that, I want you to be mine.

Having you is out of my able
Because I know I am not capable
I do not want you to be a bubble
Gone, not invigorating pebble

All I ever want to say
Is please just stay
Walking without fresley
Can lead me unto astray 🤗

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