Little time

Time has sprung like spring leaves kiss of a new moon.
It creeped my out of my loneliness to later hold my beauty undercover blankets.
I look for measurements of love. I yet know no sickness to cure my peaceful protest of you.

I write letters to my other soul for comfort  and I knew who I loved for a second. I quick brush to your precious face, I later needed to taste your ruby lips.

Time has sprung like spring leaves kiss of a new moon.

- Nosipho