Footsteps along a tranquil bay
Daunting task trying to catch
A crimson sun’s prompt departure
Beauty worthy of an encore
Tomorrow a forever wait
Mountains bring forth no justice
Echoes to imminent future prohibited
Like a censored boomerang
Beckons the dusky semblance
Of a quiet yet placid bay
Cast away callousness
Time capsules eradicated
For a walk to remember
Poised and in stride
After all
In the magic of the present
It is all we have
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022
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Nice poem
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Thank you kindly.
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Welcome
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Beaurtiful
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Thank you kindly La Donna.
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Monica, these verses remind us that we need to live in the present. Yesterday rests in the past, and tomorrow has yet to arrive.
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I agree with your statements 100% percent.
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