Thursday, 6 October 2016

Everyday in pieces- A poem for National Poetry Day

Every day is in pieces
tired and weary
returning  twists  never fade
like food and love so nourishing
helps release some starlight,
beyond the misty clouds
barking loudly in the shadows
in the hide and seek of eternity.
Everyday comes in pieces
but surreptiously hope returns
hellbent on survival
over mountains soars
pausing in moments
always wanting more.

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