Life Curves

Life Curve

I knew behind those clouds were

stars, just the ones I could see, and

behind them stars and stars and

yet more stars

 

but so what when

life is almost but

not quite, close but

no cigar? Well maybe

 

half-empty or half-full

life curves away from

mystery to the

stone kicked, the

 

moment we have all felt when

our dreams must

give way to a

different reality.

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Comments

  • stillight  On September 18, 2018 at 7:55 pm

    Really liked this one… it’s beautiful!

    • fridayam  On September 18, 2018 at 8:08 pm

      We have been commenting on each other’s poems at the same time, and I criticised something and now I feel bad 😉 Thank you x

      • stillight  On September 18, 2018 at 8:27 pm

        haha! np!! This was a lovely poem.

  • With Love  On September 26, 2018 at 7:36 am

    Bella foto ❤

  • With Love  On September 30, 2018 at 8:35 am

    Happy Sunday ❤

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