With time you know
You don't have to give in
The seasons and the tides
Sorting the clutter
That you didn't bring in
Much like when you paint
And you try to paint the light
Some boundaries are drawn
Not with dark colors
But with a stroke of white
The center of the sun I paint
Is nothing but white
Bundaries lluminate our way
As we open new doors
Trying to do what's right
-Al
- Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 23rd, 2023 13:00
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 8
Comments1
Fantastic work. Powerful.
Thanks.
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