Sunny days are Sailing
Past, dazzling blue skies will not last, Pity —
All that burns will die: stars, scars, stories, we, you, I… “Ashes, ashes”
Round we go, from first crocus to first snow, Roses,
Keepsakes, misprints, miss…from last breath and to first Kiss.
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)
written for dVerse
