Monday, May 2, 2011

Next...(a poem)

The world keeps on turning,
The answers do not call
Everything will be blurry
Up until next fall.

The path will not be easy,
The truth will not reveal,
You will see a little clearer
When next winter seems to appear.

The days will become longer,
The snow will melt away,
The signs will begin to show the tale
When next spring tells the way.

The flowers will start to bloom,
The rain will come on down,
The world will seem to fall apart
Up until next summer's sound.

The clouds will move apart,
The sun will make it clear,
The answers you have looked for
Have always been right there.

Just a little poem I wrote in a few minutes.

-Brandon

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