Tomorrow
...While tomorrow isn't here yet it's foreshadowing is so clear
As in our own day we are so set thus into our grain we sear
Tomorrow peaking over the horizon we don't see the change
Still basking in ...
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Categories:
unblossoming, absence,
Form: Rhyme
Forget Your Needle In a Hay Stack
...I'm a needle in a haystack
walking about among all
never standing tall.
A stick in an ever growing field of flowers.
never a stalk, never any power.
just a lone discarded weed, but i feed
on y...
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Categories:
unblossoming, adventure, art, faith, food,
Form: Free verse