Sunday

It is a crisp day today
And I got my thoughts
Old enough
Like stagnant clothes
Here is a jacket
Torn
That I yet do not throw
I do not know what to do with them
Yet the give me something to do
In this crisp day
Without sun

Reviews

[Jibey]

I love this moment of reality - the old jacket, the crisp sun... and the thought of thoughts we cannot throw away. My mind is full of them.

[a_methyste]

Yes kind of. Being human we share similarities. Take care.

[Poetic Beauty]

Sometimes we hold on to thing we don’t need and don’t know why

[a_methyste]

Yes dear. Hugs for you tonight Poetic Beauty.

[Poetic Beauty]

Hugs to you too. Happy writing

[a_methyste]

Happy writing for you too. :)