Holding, for a moment,
Diff’rent times and seasons:
Tossed about by heartache,
Lost in all the reasons
Much gets out of focus
With a life’s unfolding;
Soon bereft, releasing,
With what’s left for holding
Holding, for a moment,
Diff’rent times and seasons:
Tossed about by heartache,
Lost in all the reasons
Much gets out of focus
With a life’s unfolding;
Soon bereft, releasing,
With what’s left for holding
You have a gift for putting emotions into words…and you don’t even need to use colorful language like fuckerhead.
beautiful poem
Very clever and I love the photo montage.