Fantasy Or Reality?

Days are approaching fast,

How long would it last?

Yearning to speak to you,

For I’m new.

Felt like Infusing in a melancholic time,

More or less it’s like a crime.

Words are drifting out from my mouth,

But you’re too early to be in the south.

It’s too late for a wait,

Nevertheless the result would be great.

Hoping to talk on one fine day,

Where they all convey,

On the way, 

How we play.

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