PaceA Poem by NatashaThe waves of my own body flood with anticipation. The new tides of day have come around, just in time it will be different. Days- isolated, have turned into a trench. Days- that went too fast, and some too slow. The control it’s not quite there, but everyone is a progress for evolution. We all fall, like the masses we are. We all pick up, at a place between the bridges, wondering and hoping for change -- a change of pace. The waves come and go, but today -- today I can say, it’s a beautiful day. © 2016 NatashaReviews
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StatsAuthorNatashaMNAboutWelcome to my poetry page filled with an abundance and wide range of topics. Hope you enjoy! The only thing you should know about me is that my favorite band is Tool. more..Writing
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