Counterclockwise

Blowing in the wind are the things that should be
Scattered fallen leaves of orange-red in fall,
dry and withered fields of Indian summer come.
"Time is catching up"

Age being but a number; wavers my breath
Gasping for air, I inhale; begging I pant.
I have been a vagabond of circumstance
"Chance is only luck"

Can love cover a multitude of old wounds
and recover happiness lost in times clock?
Yes, if love is true it will last a lifetime.
"Turning back the hands"
 

By. Vanessa Ramos