To this day I stand,
face the sunrise,
Salute the skies.
To this days' broken moth-wings
I raise my eyes
See the other side.
To this day
to this chance.
To when we met
to you
to yours...
For Sean
Here's where I keep adding in random scribbles in poetic form. Enter. Write. Read. Stay. Leave.
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