"upbeatness" poems
Are better days possible?
and to whom may this concern:
the modern lonely
affording the air we breathe,
for wood and brick to make an abode.
Hiding in uncertainty
without a glimmer of a prize
I so long to be fickle and harvest
upbeatness along the pathway
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC