The days

Posted on January 17, 2017 by Means of Grace

If I bring new fruit
with arms full,
would past secede to dawning?

If I hide my form
in capricious tulle,
would you accept the conning?

If I bow my head
like strangers meet,
am I an untried Miss?

This trifle I’ll do,
but each day complete
we’ll encounter when we kiss.

Photo at Trevi Fountain, Rome, Italy

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