Sunday, August 30, 2020

Peripheral

 


Have I already
broken the promise
I made?
When the green
caught my eye
I wept
for the day gone
Lady Sun
has cloaked herself
in layers of cloud
that nevertheless
reflect her glow
Is it too late
to stand barefoot
on the grass
and breathe?
If I make the time
there will be time

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