An Hour


From the start it felt like a freestyle,
Then it kept heating as we fell without a style,
It was both of us who signed in without a file,
Unable to hold back as it pile,

Causing confusion that couldn't lie,
It's just the start yet it feels like a mile,
Our emotions calling forth our smile, 
As our reality parts us at the River Nile,

Now we live with an hour difference,
So hard it is to embrace,
Your roots i want to trace,
As i hope we wake to each other same hour.

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