Procrastination is time wasted due to our limited days here.
Tag: poem
Crawl
Out of the embers, I crawl toward the ocean… seeking cold water.
Dreamy
Your hand in mine as we watch the sunrise is a dreamy kind of day.
Summer Heat
Hot air fills this room and I only move to wipe beads off my forehead. I don't want to move in this extreme summer heat! Where's the lemonade?
Find Me
I am me…just me. Even after all these years, I wake to find...me.
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