Part of Me Disappears
Part of me disappears
without me knowing
Can’t reap a blessed thing
no clue what I was sowing
North wind nips buds of yesterday
icicles freeze every flower that sways
The brain desires to work overtime
while a haze swirls round
~ ‘Tis not a victimless crime
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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