Daily poem: August stanza 21

Got my days mixed up—this one is yesterday’s.

 

Time flows

though the stream runs dry,

the leaves fall

and the birds fly.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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