Poetry from John Culp

Shards of color 
   from
    Broken Dreams


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


     Our Love stands
                   TALL
           Above Our 
clouds 


     And drowns 
           the Lakes
       Beneath gray Shrouds


      to mend the nights 
                    & heal the Days 


Where songs
       Reach out 
    & ARMS swing 
             High


    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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