loss

The autonomous nature
Of your angry smiling face
And a drifting nature
Like the shore
And these pink lilies of the valley …(tharr be more)
Are the prettiest object near me
Does the past return
Like a boomerang on fire
Or as a whispering wind
Foretelling of a chilling autumn
And wanting to go for a walk
But instead out for a crawl
Again the birds are out
But I will not be eating today or tonight
I will have your words for sustainable food
And I will not relax
Untill I am at my destination
Also please accept my apology
For any time we didn’t meet

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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