Past
Was breathtaking
But even the past
Began rotting
Future
I've never seen
We live with the hope
That he'll be shining
Now
Is who shelters me
I live with him
In the sense that past can't touch me
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
