The air equips a growing
Anticipation to wind down,
These thoughts of being
The eons cross, doubles a life,
Spanning a dream-scape of this,
A hope everlasting
Running journeys bring
Visuals to a fore front,
Of uselessness
A wanting...just needing,
Sees proof in time
Just glowing under this
Restless slumber
Fin
12-055-2010
1 comments:
You have a way with the word like an artist's brush.
Thank you for sharing your work with us!
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