Times passing, shifting shadows on the wall
Cars headlights reflecting through dark windows
Running past us as time forges forward.
Sunshine sifting through the cracks in curtains,
pulling at our eyelids, calling them to wake.
Our hearts prepared in the night for days adventure.
Crippled the winter time tree,
gnarled, grasping hands, bare
Slowly green buds appear,
spring, the waking time of year.
New ideas ready to burst forth,
blossoming with new cheer.
Always looking forward to the next change,
Time takes little pause, but with each goodbye
a brand new hello forms in its place.
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With Love: A Collection of Works
PoetryA Collection of different writing medias I've experimented with, from prose, poetry and song lyrics to (very) Short Stories & 'Articles.' Some of these will be new pieces for this book, others I may have written a few years ago and just never had a...
