Our timeA Poem by Fey FrostWhen the sun rises high And tears through the sky Time has come to say goodbye But is rewarded with a sigh
We tell our selves it’s a lie Just because we are yet to fly To see the world by ourselves Before we are removed from the shelves It’s our only hope before we go Hope that we don’t make another foe
We sit back and wonder Just before we hear the thunder Like stillness before a storm Waiting to take another form
Our time is finally here Let’s welcome it with a cheer Let’s say goodbye to this world As we head out through the cold © 2015 Fey Frost |
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