
January
Some would see a barren tree
I see hope and a future
Some would see another sunset
I see the promise of another day
I see green in January
The whispers of prior rains
I see colors, colors everywhere
I see mountains beyond the plains
We all get to choose what and how we see
We all get to choose our way
We all get to choose which direction to go
We all get the sun in our day
I will sit here and wait in this beauty
Until the darkness does tell me to go
I will stay here and dwell in this silence
I will live in these things I don’t know
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Things seem to be always new
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12/8/19 kdc
Captivating poem and so much positivity in your words. Lovely and I too reciprocate the same feelings like you.
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