Spring light in the sepia sky. I remember when joy greeted us in the morning. Time moves with reckless abandon. Every decade carries a scar. Tears drying in the night. Good intentions were wounded by the abrupt goodbye.
Published by David W. Jones
David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.
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