The Time Is Right

Come with me child,
Spin round
round
round to the ground.
Now find your guile.
Let it permeate.
Rest it just here.
What pulsating fever you’ll always bear.
Wear it well.
My darling,
It is pure just once.
Never let me intrude.
Just once
This time
I’ll yearn for me.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Krystle Gaye.

 

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