I was young and carefree.

The turning of the hand

A song in verse I whispered and thought

What nonsense there is still the apple blossom there is still the windfall light

shadows. shadows. I was wrong. Time has taken me as well. My friend. My friend. I will not say you didn’t warn me

And my summer was late after a winter birth

And my summer was and was never

What sorrow to be human. What grave sorrow to be alive.

But there is only this. This is all there is. Have a second. Find an hour. Be the morning dew with that first breath

When all was wrong and you saw none of it

See none again.

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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