The White Hand

My days to come..
in an engaging would it chills
full of clumsy expression
little it fill the chocolate bar

convincing myself
in all flaws
no wonders were at its glitter
bonded by an act
shame upon words
were I a wiser of her
dependable

spoke among others
In this two journey
A rhythm plays in an orchestra of two
in its highest key ill play it
and it lowest,i'll go slowly
with this white hand of hers at my right