Once Sent
I may begin too soon
Or fall back against a friend
I may listen too hard
Or claim only these wings to be mine
I may walk too far behind
Or wake in a day far unlike today
I may whisper too loud, of the way I was sent.
Or believe in the way that away things went.
Copyright © Brooke Noble | Year Posted 2021
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