Posted in Poetry

Lost and Found

Peak at the bottom

Over sour grapes

Breathing relief

Or soul’s sake…

For embers burn

On dead wood

Like the mind

Or the understood…

And in the morn

Lost are steps

Like the past

A future kept…

Lurching forward

On frosted ground

On the edge

Of lost and found.

Author:

I am an educated adult female with Bachelor and Master degrees in Business Management. I am married with four children. I enjoy writing and drawing for a hobby and brain vacations. My dream is to publish a novel someday, but I am building on my short story and poetry crafts now.

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