Time is precious little
Like so few four leaf clovers
in a sea of weeds
Days are filled
with thoughts of you
Remembered movements
& fantasized moments
An hourglass reminder
Of our adventure waiting
A choose-your-own story
made up as we roam
The uncertainty of not knowing
strangely satisfying,
comforting
For in a patchwork of little somethings
Quiet
Loud
We'll have it all
12/31/12
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Typed Word Series
PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
