Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Unfinished

The days are passing quickly, each day it seems grows shorter so that the next one gets here quicker than before,
Soon you know it it will be Halloween, then Christmas, the earth cold and still. Waiting for the next year to show itself

Changes promised, many not come to fruition
lead to another year of hope
Hope for happiness and for closure. Another heartfelt promise is whispered
The changes felt but not shown, inside is where the action is


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