Moments pass
Not infinite, finite
Gone.
Embracing passing time
Here and then gone
Goodness
And
Gone
Embrace the moments
As time
Does not wait
One day the moments will
No longer exist
Worry?
Why.
The moments urge presence
Goodness surrounds
In moments, goodness
It’s alway possible
confessions are self-serving
Life somehow is chasing rainbows with a stranger; with that, you'll never be lonely.
With a Challenger-deep Sentiments
Words are beautiful beyond meanings
Novelist, Poet, Wordsmith
weird alien 👽
the literary asylum
Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.
Talk Books. Drink Coffee.
WITHIN ARE PIECES OF ME
Poetry from an English Hart
.......is writing
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
Occasional Musing
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
Because poetry. And petals.
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