Here we are as roses of the afternoon sky.
Here for a while and soon shall pass by.
In danger of a frail human neglect.
Here for a while but never forget.
Out of the wind we shall go at dusk.
Taking with us our flavored musk.
For a short while we come but not in the masses.
Love us now for very soon it passes.
Our time to leave, no second chance bestowed.
Finishing our heavenly time borrowed.
And for whatever time we have, let us love.
For the noon sun comes, but not for long.
For soon we shall be gone.
So run, baby, run.
I decided to post this thinking of a fun evening k spent with mama.
Enjoy and tell a loved one how you feel.