The opportunity finds itself
Wilting, fading to gray
Never here to stay
I failed to seize the day
And watched it slip away
Just out of reach
Where the rays of sun gleam
And I close my eyes to sleep
In a shade of dreams
The cutrains close and open scenes
Passing in an instance
Or just to me it seems
Watching this play, pass by pass away
Under the shade of sleep where forever I will lay
And into never ending dreams where forever I will stay
Categories: poetry
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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