On Borrowed Time
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1 min readApr 7, 2017
Attraction borne on a tentative smile
Steeped in the scent of spiced citrus
In our nebulous beginning, we gauge the finish
With borrowed hope from ancient times, looking for that yes
We’re caught by karma’s mystery
While the fates are complicit in our fire.
This poem is the 1st stanza of Borrow (Working Title) from the Sestina Synthetica project on Chalkboard.
