so fast, "one day" morphs
todays and tomorrows pass
there's no time like now
How does it work?
Uhhuh!
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I was born a restless soul in motion running out each clock I find racing inside of my own mind if I don't stop, I'll never have
By rhe3 years ago in Poets
sometimes I overflow like bubbles down the side of a glass blown in through a straw by an overenthusiastic child sometimes it's beautiful
By Lolly Vieira6 days ago in Poets
Leaves changing, the smell of fresh crisp air, as your walking through the forest. The crunching of the leaves, as you step on them one foot at a time. How beautiful this time of year is, with the vibrant colors of the trees, during the day and the big bright full moon at night. This is why Autumn is one of my favorite seasons. Its the change from summer to Fall, preparing us for the change of the next season winter.
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By Alicia Anspaugh7 days ago in Fiction
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