Tomorrow
A life,
is short,
time to smile,
and cry,
and love,
then run......
and meet the same faces,
on the other side of flesh.
The days are fleeting,
growth comes from a mind,
like a clam shell
on a windy beach.
Moving into a dream of a place
where yesterday
blends like a high note,
adjusting like rain water
into the tomorrow.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2023
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