The regret of wasted time
A summer gone due to unrest,
The warmth and dust just choked it away;
A summer lost due to excitement
With the lack of action behind it,
The nights are ever so close and so tight…
I barely breathe and it’s already light outside.
I’ve found that dreams don’t come true on their own
And traits are never set in stone;
My plans are still nothing but sketches on paper:
Elaborate,but too many to build into matter.
So I hope leaves won’t die just yet,
The sun won’t set so early today
And the air will revive my dormant self
To this new day of hope and vision.
The moon won’t shine less bright
To light my nights of thought or dreams
And will guide me like an amber in the dark
Towards my moment of peace and calm.
Photo by Pantis Sorin.
“Ghost” by Depner Sebastian.
From the “Bad or Good” archives.
hmm…by Razvanish.
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