Simplicity
A fine time:This sunshine,
And you here,
Now, all mine.
The hours pass
On soft grass.
I'm hoping
Our joy lasts.
Beyond sight,
The fools fight.
There's darkness
In daylight,
But we thrive,
So alive.
With luck,
We will survive
To seize days
With sunshine
And have a fine time.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2021-11-15 at 16:40
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