Cold hands.
Chapped lips.
Head swarming with the sea.
I have aches between my rib cage
and a life so far away is all I see.
I can smell the sunshine
I can taste the breeze
I long for an era filled with harmony.
The time falls like moonlight
falling down on me
but the time I need
is the time I cannot sew or seam
Like grains of sand between the toes of God
I watch my future with tear-filled eyes andprudent nods.
Life has struck me adamaged hand.
But with hope and faith
I know all my doubts filled with "I cant's" will transform into "I can's."
**b.b // 5:50 p.m.**
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