the sun is reaching through the trees
to warm your neck
and stroke your aching head
a time to let what’s gone be gone,
and not relive what’s been
already
said
To share is human:
Already Said
Poetic Endorphins
the sun is reaching through the trees
to warm your neck
and stroke your aching head
a time to let what’s gone be gone,
and not relive what’s been
already
said
This is amazing! 🙂 ❤️
If you’d like to, please check out my poem.
https://theobsessivewriter.com/2017/08/18/a-poets-tale/
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You are on fine form today. Well written.
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