of this universe
fugitive cyclamen petals dismembered fall
like snow flakes
so rust our days on the fragile stage
of this earth
hey babe take a walk on the wild side
arms of a clock shatter
they tremble
and decorate the air
like shooting stars aimed by Cupid
times winged chariot draws ever near
hey babe take a walk on the wild side
we don’t have much time now
Flynnpoetry 