My last poem was Temporarily Temporary and beyond it's words there lies another meaning. My spirit that connects with the world through these eye catching, tongue tickling, words I lay for all to see, make their own and relate to. But even the words are temporary, they come and go like the wind. Blowing only at just the right time. My casting as faded this time around and the winds have died. Now I rest. I hope to see you in the other side... Tell we meet again.
©justin_ur
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