
seven in a row
within the hour, it seems
a smile innocently appears upon my freckled face,
had I a mirror, maybe it would reflect a glow.

seven in a row
within the hour, it seems
a smile innocently appears upon my freckled face,
had I a mirror, maybe it would reflect a glow.
The only task I do not dread
A walk it seems
Provides a clearing, for my head
Whispers of lessons deemed important
Copper tones of yesterday
Found living within my world
Glistening in enormity
My reaction, forlorn
Living nearby among protection
A self induced fantasy
Seemingly overtakes
Crimson delicacies, established
What separates them
Measured, as very little to the eye
Created for a similar purpose
A wild fortress continues to divide
***
At first glance, I let them be
Begin again, walk decisively
Nothing happens without an opening
Allow fate to draw the cause
Turning back
Fuck that, now she’s where she belongs