And the racing thoughts
do
nothing to quell the question of
You
With
falling colours
and
parched fingers no longer seeking the
Sun
Now
arms burdened with gifts
for
the cycle, as things will
Pass
As
you crave the rest
still
the storms are here to
Endure
And
the racing thoughts
do
nothing to quell the mystery of
Trees
©HeyHey
2017
