Shaken Not Stirred
anticipation
cradled in the arms
of hope
lies in wait
in the aisles
of the innocent mind;
so frail
steadily eroded
by experience,
riffled by
the wind of reality,
rebuked by
a negative word
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017
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