The Second

The Second

His breathe is soaked in cinnamon

Hers is a peppermint

And right now, this is it!

Hazed perception dancing tap

With the cobblestone man-land

And it wonders, is this it?!

In their minds entangled kinds

Are as barren among fall leaves

He takes a stance

Promising romance

She is the bee more

Than the flower, among this hour

The second, this can be it……

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