Time slowly passes with rushing force to move onward with the day.
Time painstakingly leaves your hopes and dreams in the past,
forgetting to proceed with an action, well now its gone.
The future holds little, the past can always be looked back on with regret with the I could have or I shouldn't of`s.
Here under the branches nest several leaves sure to fall and sure to appear again.
Calm waters sprout ripples.
Clear sky's manifest clouds.
About Me
- The visual feeling
- I am a current with thee ocean, wind and river. The way of my life is through motion always pushing myself through narrow crawl spaces or an open desert. I let mountains surround me they tower, topple over me like the endless clouds in winters life. I am of a tree and of a rock, because nature to be a village raising children.
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