tab rib, wilt, wait, act

the times going by sometimes racing
and crawling
but always the path that was
really meant to be
in this accomplishment to the
best future
when i shall believe
in the
lasting happiness
this direction will deliver when a complete design of the place we want to arrive, you are near
and i have no fear,
i was right next to you and we were going to be
this close all this year
as the colors change and these tempests wave after a collection of moments of wonderfullness intersect in a
timed collision of readiness

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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