AdoA Poem by ReneeGoodbye 2011
as the year wears to worn its leaving attire I tire of the desire to let go and know that when I rise on the morrow newness will engulf my sense of being, and bring into fruition a fresh start, parting way with yesterday, where borrowed time climbs to the furthest step from day of birth worth more than mere words and absurd notions, rotating 'round about those lost lots pitched to the ever blowing wind of farewell
© 2012 ReneeAuthor's Note
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