Poetry

DAYS

The nights are long

The days are short

A breeze is blown

A day is a day.

It can’t be relived

Make today today

Tomorrow is tomorrow

The gray is space or a planet.

A cold breeze sweeps by

It is time to return home.

Analise Braddock
Analise Braddock, 9
Katonah, New York

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