by introspekdt123

Lost it

Too busy trying to hold on…it eventually bantered in the besought launch of long hours cleverly passed

It’s gone
Hopeful for a return this time, to a place separate from solar temperament but in the quiet of the breeze-like balm, alas
Every morning
every night
Something different
Ever bright
Righteously sanctioned by the evergreen’s touch
Having lost a gross majority seemingly equates as modesty-in fact, I haven’t lost much