Three more forgotten poems to share from 2000 – 2005. Please let me know if you enjoy these and which ones you enjoy most and if you have any interesting interpretations.
Black And White
Life is not in Black and White Just many shades of Grey Seasons change with every sun Life is just that way
A Cold Sunday Morning
Lofty fellow in lofty bed He slept so well, himself, he said Then looking back beneath the sheets His body remained; he claimed, “it cheats.”
The most beautiful sound Rustle of leaves Blue sky above Twitter of birds; Behold all one ever needs
Thank you for taking the time to read these today! Have you ever found any of your old writing? What did you think of it? What do you think of this one? I’d love to hear in the comments!
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