The year's twilight
Drifts across our bow
Setting the sun
Across the seeds that we sow
We hope for
Better next year
And end to our tears
The cure to our fears
Or the strength to
Just bear
But Fate smiles
With a smirk
Oh so sly
Tossing our plans
On the breeze
Passing by
For November is fleeting
And our dreams are
But driftwood
Crushed by the tides
Of Life
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This is my entry for the WattpadPoetry November contest, based on the prompt 'November is fleeting'. I hope you like it!
I'm also entering it into the PoetsPub fab Poem A Week challenge!
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Pieces of Me
PoetryPoetry can give an insight to the soul of the writer. Or the reader. Poetry can touch on the feelings you don't want to admit to, and those you wish you could celebrate. On life. On time. On what it is to be you. Here's Pieces of Me, a poetic intros...
