i dream of skies of hazel,
of the greens of April
warmer air
and a softer spring comes to the tablei dream of stars shining
stars aligning, beauty defining
when whispers of summer promise
... a possible silver liningdays will be better then
when i can look at the hazel skies
and i can realise and be safe in believing:people don't keep leaving
they were just never really there for me at all
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The Best of Billy: a compilation.
PoetryHighest rank of #3 in poetry. A collection of my best poems picked from my poetry albums 1-6. © 2019 Billy Waugh