Jagged Edges
Every Curve,
Solid, Straight.
Down steep alleys,
Never too Late.
Time, Shrinking,
May lose its sense.
Foolish some say,
Feelings, immense.
Genuine the tracks
Twists and Peaks,
Both sides of every fence, UNIQUE.
Predict things before
Fall into Shape.
Sweet somethings
And whispers,
Are all the answers you Seek.
Copyright © Emersway Emersway | Year Posted 2023
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