Days of old
Days of new
Days pass behind us
While new ones like a flower, too bloom.
Some are like that of a Rose
Sharpened and resentful with thorns
Like a wounded love exposed.
Days of old
Days of new
Days pass behind us
While new ones make more room.
Others softer and like a Lotus
Floating still and calm on water
Giving no feeling or signs of motus.
Days of old
Days of new
Days pass behind us
While some days consume.
Like the beauty of a Wild Lily
Tugging on your heart strings
Consuming with tranquility.
Days of old
Days of new
Days pass behind us
But not the memories of me and you.
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Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer.
Co-author of Bounce Back- Dreams to Reality: Faith Over Fear
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