Time takes my friends around
To wonderful lives, city to city
For me to belong all over the world
Trading journeys, for tranquility
Reaching out to all the windows of light
For me to become the backyard creeper
Laughing as one with the sky for them
While my roots, keep getting deeper
A bittersweet battle, nobody can stop
I twist around, the little feelings sublime
As the spaces trade my flowers with time
As the tendrils hold this quest for life.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 20th, 2024 03:11
- Category: Friendship
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