Wednesday, 15 May 2024

Quinley

What it means to try, within a screaming gale, hoping not to lie, in my bones, you don't need to flail, to find yourself alone, studying a time, when life’s a trail, helped only by sunshine, when love dies in tone, a house has another face, no one else comes home, flip a coin see the sky, think of taking sail, best to leave the why's, walk-on broken stones, discard desolate mail, be kind to weeping hosts, try to dance sometimes, can't be worse than jail, embrace uncertain smiles, you're allowed to fail.

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