Poems from a cluttered mind

alas I seem to ponder

 I even seem to wonder

how often one rises and falls

how the height of something so tall

glooms over like a shadow

casting throughout a meadow

being flown through by a butterfly

the thought of gambling with a die

shake it quickly nice and fast

don’t allow yourself to live in the past

this life has been a blast

hopefully in the end the beauty lasts

 

 

 

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