Monday, April 3, 2023


The sun stares

at me

looking for my blight

It promised not

to judge me

only give me light

The wind says

to me

I miss you

always helped

along the way

and it dried the dew

The trees whispered

I hear

words not spoken

they keep secret

vows made

have yet to be broken

The sky above

calms me

will always be my friend

It never moves

nor quakes

and never ever ends

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