We think only of umbrellasA Poem by Fin BuckleyIt will rain all day.Misty fog at dew-lit
hours " Time has passed, and rain
has showered Even the youngest of the
blooms, Still seasons change and
all plants meet their tombs. People live throughout this exchange " Our lives feeling rather
estranged " Detached from life yet
void of death We continue down this
lovely stretch Of pavement next to
wilted grass, Not a single thought of
plants as we pass. © 2017 Fin Buckley |
AuthorFin BuckleyAboutI simply enjoy writing. Let the littlest things inspire you, and let that inspiration run wild. You will find yourself making a lot of art when you do. more..Writing
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