Today's poem is a little one; one of those flash poems that you write in a couple of minutes. A little rush. Have a gorgeous Friday :) Be well, be happy, be free.
It's funny how...
It’s funny how we
sink and slide
only to rise again
in waves of never-ending
something stirring
when I see black
where the myriad colours rolled
swept aside
by the aching roar of the sea
i know
in waiting for tomorrow
that the sun will blaze
like egg yolk
or the rain will trickle
endlessly dripping down
so being reminded
of a new day dawning
in the ripe echo
of the old
departing on the breeze
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