How did I lose it all?
Time
waiting
opened eyes
to a new day
planning, doing, more
the minutes slip by gone
stare into the setting sun
a stunning glowing golden sky
and all those to do’s laying silent
to the wonder and awe of this moment.
. . .
Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.
—Rita Dove
. . .
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And always—Be kind. Be brave. Be you.
Photo: Sunset © Kathryn LeRoy
Poem: Etheree
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