spare time compulsions
there was a time I thought I wasn’t going anywhere
even when traveling across the country
searching for a better place
the good news is pretty red roses always stay pretty
even after morning dew turns to frost
november days fading fast
passion and introspection complement the dying
their mystery moon burning bright
unnoticed by the living
november two thousand eighteen
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love your poem
thank you, Beth!