M. Phillip Brown

(Kingston, TN, USA)

For April

Across the vast sea of sand—
stretched out, before my eyes.
Are all our countless tomorrows—
where a hazy future lies.
What will come, must happen—
what's past, is written down.
Our lives, touch so many others—
forming glorious friendships, once found.
Across the endless bounds of time—

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