Time is a thief with a painter’s brush Gently, covers up past pains and regrets in the golden dusk Waits for no one and never

Poetry, Opinion, Politics
Time is a thief with a painter’s brush Gently, covers up past pains and regrets in the golden dusk Waits for no one and never
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Birds chirping, dancing, Nesting on the trees. Flowers in the garden Blossoms and fresh breeze. Hepatica everywhere, violet, white and blue Waves gracious goodbye, Awakens
Tranquility is what I need. Tranquility is what I’m after. To find a sense of peace, Collect the pieces of the life that shattered. Revival
Dear March, I have been waiting. Waiting for you to usher the long-waiting spring. I don’t mind windy weather and rapid changings, and last year
A busy season or it seems A joyful shopping and gift wrapping Spreading holiday wishes and dreams Hoping to find a great treat in stockings.