The Scarlet Season
I’ll remember the ache of a pain this low
Then I may let it go
I’ll wake to find all of my mornings
Sure but sadly spent,
Then I may ask anyone who knows
I’ll say I lived all of my days
As my days were quick to pass
Then I might find where the good seeds grow
I’ll realize all of my wealth
On the long walk home.
Copyright © Brooke Noble | Year Posted 2018
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