The cold went as quick as it came. The early bird becomes the worm, So they claim. Tonight I look at stars, Instead of fireballs of burning scars. Bitterness brutalized me, and I ate the forbidden fruit, And out came a toot, what a Hoot. Now I sway in Mother’s breath, Back down the road…
Tag: spring
Thinking of Spring
In the dead grass I sit, warm sun aloft in a clear blue sky, Fading are the days of cold dusty couches, waving farewell to winter’s relentless bite, Deep desires for fresh growth eclipse dull colorless backdrops, the wind gusts a warm vow of rejuvenation, Formulating a grand deception.
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