remit life

Re-envision the last thing I drew
Edit the emotions that stood still again
Multiple ways I lost my way
Intense as a memory can truly be
Time has a way of coming back around
Lists that are now a template of the past
In an effort to make the rain and plants return
Fine as a grain of sand in a glass
Engage the alone time we missed together

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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