Another shitty poem

the dove has cried

the purple has dried

the rain has poured

the cream has melted

the snow in April

sometimes took place

sometimes life ain’t over

but sometimes it is

sometimes things don’t last

sometimes that is good

sometimes beauty rises in lose

sometimes poems are trash

sometimes we lie to ourselves and ignore the truth

sometimes we wish that was true

sometimes the skeletons in our closet come to torment us

sometimes life itself torments us


we carry on

because that is who we are

that is our ambition

that is our drive

to go in the sunset and never stare at the rear view

look forward at setting sun, the purple clouds

the dove flying high

smiling and saying bye


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