Its sad how things end.
Its joyous how things begin.
Winter's gone and Spring's in.
Maybe a leaf fallen in fall can mend
And I can shed off my cloak of pretence,
And head for that white picket fence.
[Future Tense]
YOU ARE READING
THE IMPROMPTU MANIFEST.
Poetry" SPARK!" Poems Of Utter Spontaneity. The Raw and Unfiltered Emotion Of Living Life Without Cuffs and With Your Heart On Your Sleeve. The Pushing Of Intuition Into The Everyday World. Let It Flow. Let It Flow. And Let Words Spark Life To LIFE.
