the final days home

tested by the time when
hard times have hurt our whole activity
ended by the good feeling brought by
friends gathered and rooms warm
increased moment and places we have always hoped
not to miss the chance to visit
amidst the flow of history’s river
leaning toward the connected lands
deemed a requirement for the eyes to percieve
answering a proposition that our lives will ponder
yet the connections we were lucky to get
should the whole entire week come crashing down
horrible as the winter was there is a new moon
on the horizon rising up, the fury within
me can find the fire in this moment in life
every day with you is glorious
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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