%) This day produces its own sorrow
March 26th, 2018
| Categories: ephemeral & beyond, short & sweet, top ranked
What am I doing tomorrow?
Why? Busy right now today
not yet ready letting it go
not wilted yet its bouquet
Who am I meeting tomorrow?
Why? Met with someone today
must I suffer the same sorrow
of more demeaning affray?
Let’s await the next day’s dawn
before its worries we spawn
edited 01/04/23 1125
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