Poetry
1 min
That day is Wasted
Drew Goode
In the magnitude of all my days, all this time here,
In stillness of night, and in brilliance of dawn and weariness of dusk, I know,
To those who embrace it's awkwardness,
And who's purpose is to fail time and time again,
Life affords its fruitful bearings.
To those who have learned,
That day is wasted in which we have not fallen in love,
And that which is simple is blessed.
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