Full Stop Poem by Daniel Y.

Full Stop



The soft sound of clouds
the touch of sun, like campfire memories
wraps around me like a blanket.
And fleeting, they disappear
like smoke and ashes.
Blown away by the crisp wind of tomorrow
and the promise of a new flame

Saturday, June 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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