Days go
past
silently
We don't notice
they are gone
until we miss them
We can't see them go
'cause we live in them
Days
are sneaky
Night slips
Day slips
Where? I ask
where?
Where did they go?
Days go
past
Days slip through
my fingers
my hair
my toes
my mind
Days say good-bye
without looking back
not even once
I am sad
come back
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Turadh | poetry collection | completed
PoetryWe have all felt the rain fall on us at some point in our lives. But we are not alone and we can find sunlight between storms. Here is a collection of poems to show that even in moments of sadness, loss, or loneliness, there can still be comfort, ho...
