#1458-Gasps
28/07/2021
Some days are clear.
Shining, sparkling,
Sprinkled with drifting clouds.
Some things appear majestic,
But from afar,
Where reality is masked,
By murky truths.
Responsibility and love,
Tainted by pain and loneliness.
Forgiveness,
Hidden in a dense forest.
Tingling skin.
Heaving chest.
Burning thoughts,
That refuse to see.
Best sow new seeds.
Those that yearn to grow,
Free of a past,
Longing to be forgotten.
