how else but fine
be the word in which I sign
to describe the vine
on which grows to entwine
each and every kind
moment within time?
How do I pluck within my mind
the places you claim love to hide?
It is the you that, if you choose, must look and find,
these minutes to refine.
You will see just how sweet life is when in line.”
As a way to mellow out my mind I grind the backward thoughts and push them behind.
This poem was written on August 9th, 2014 at 2:12pm.
2:09 by Vannathan Hugh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.