An old world expires time to
Breathe a different air
Patches of sky smile through the trees
Waving thawing branches in freed faces
All the locked up boxes breaking open
Hope spills out onto colorless streets
Now shouting light with dimensional palette prisms
Handless fingers stroke emotions
Grow stronger,, desires come true
An old world expires, time to:

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Written on 2022-05-01 at 15:12

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Well expressed, one needs a regen at certain of life's junctures.