Jan 1
An unintentional poem,
An unabashed jumble of sighs and cries.
Of hopes and dreams,
Of days spent by willows and streams.
But portraits beg bigger, better.
An advertisement of broken promises to come.
Made by whispers under sparks
Of gold, and green, and blue and black.
Simple days long forgotten.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
