Poetry from John Culp

Shards of color 
    Broken Dreams

 It's all that's meant
     by Time 
        it seems 

     Our Love stands
           Above Our 

     And drowns 
           the Lakes
       Beneath gray Shrouds

      to mend the nights 
                    & heal the Days 

Where songs
       Reach out 
    & ARMS swing 

    And Lofted Breath
    I'll rise
         I'll rise 

the Breeze catches the wind
    exhales an earthly mist

 I'll walk the plains and sweep 
               the grasses until
                    I forget to count
                     the Dawns ♡

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