Melodic
Late at night
not a sound
to disturb
Meditating thoughts
form reality
in a nutshell
Rain simmers
after snowy day
ice jungle
Joys of life
transverse spheres
of peace
Writing poems
is my therapy
from existence
Thoughts of loved ones
break the panes
of serenity
Who knows
what is at next curve
of road
Sipping beers
exhaustion relieved
with a grin
Not enough time
to fulfill desires
driven by Fate
Copyright © Frank Sheehan | Year Posted 2019
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