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Hasty Words.
Time folds darkly
round the day.
Hour upon hour
drips with grey.
The first bright ember
burned and died.
A lone voice stilled
while silence cried.
Lowering clouds
show bleak the path,
quells flames of joy
in life's cold hearth.
Seeds of hurt
were deeply sown,
when bitter words
in haste were thrown.
Somber though Beautiful
Single moments of anger can lead to a lifetime of regret,
when those "hasty words" in argument or reproach go too far.
Nicely done Sweetwater
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.
Almost four years, but
Almost four years, but finally longed for bridges are being built. Thank you for reading, and your comments are much appreciated Sky.