Unsure

We lost our touch with time,
In a symbol and a rhyme. 

A reflection in the glass,
Of an image you can’t surpass. 

A question floating thin,
Between the lines of love and sin. 

Are we too afraid to ask,
If this moment could be our last?

BIATA

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