The open ends of time well spent,

while drifting between the light that’s sent.

Finding ways, not always right.

But nearing that which I see in sight.

Past neverendings and new beginnings,

till beginnings become an ending.

And finally that chased light.

Turns into my final night.



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14 Responses to Said

  1. 🧝‍♀️Rarenwise🧝‍♀️ says:

    My goodness! Look at you go. Those lines 😎👌

  2. popped in to find you are here, maybe I should come back too! Happy birthday!!!

  3. Trudy says:

    Happy belated birthday! And nice to see you still blogging.

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