When you hold in your smile
The days of youth and folly
With each searching glance
The countdown of your time begins
When you promise
Time smiles in secret
For it moves at a pace
No promise can help linger
Or near the bluest of seas
When that birds flies over you
Do not hope for future wings
As you will find the cage door open
And only hear nightingales from afar
And in cities of stone
Or in valleys of mist and calm
When your smile is of wrinkles
And promises are hollow as your bones
Let your hand touch your own face
En guise of all flights you missed
Now you hold in your smile
The days of regret for past
Follies
April 8, 2020
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2020
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