I couldn't fit in
The shape of his life
My tired edgy heart, in his time and space....
The next season
If it changes at all
At the expense of this peaceful, fitting race...
Running out of
Enough whites again?
Redeem this passion, to stay out of the maze...
Are we wise or just in a doubtful haze?
-Al
- Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 9th, 2024 00:27
- Category: Love
- Views: 2
Comments2
'Redeem this passion to stay out of the maze'...
If that's not the truth!
Good write!
Thanks for reading and your kind words...
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