Unfolding Summers Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Unfolding Summers



At times can't help but feel too cold and tired:
From running down the same damn sullen street;
And having not e'en once—alas—aspired:
I've come to ken my home to be concrete;
Yet faithful feelings of but incomplete:
Have helped me ken completeness lies out there;
I'd trade this life if for a bittersweet,
Discrete, mere moment of but fleeting care;
And in such passing instant unaware:
I've stumbled on the precious gem of love:
Which did away with all long shunned despair,
Then saved a rusty heart that ne'er could move.
When I miss home or feel too tired or cold:
Inside you I find summers all unfold!

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