Chiils
Winter but
sometimes the light
turns Autumn tricks
on the branches
Childhood is like a mist
we all have to change
I'm young and past errors don't concern me
Tomorrow can't hold me back
All in good time, sooner or later
The collages challenges certainty
chills me personally so
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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