random thoughts and a cuppa cold coffee
thus, like snow, cold ashes fall charred history’s hubristic gales truth’s torment tucked into howling acquiescent innocence. Empty men line the banks fishless rivers sit idle barbless hooks impugn the air ivy strangled rowboats sigh With age color fades into the weariness wonder wanders among the weeds joy darts through day lit darkness hides hope’s vacant sunshine time taints tomorrow’s tomorrow the calendar’s lie tri-colored ink charade mocking the idleness of one so busy last call nightcap dosage John G. Lawless ©6/8/2019
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