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
Other People's Feelings
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/
You are on fine form today. Well written.