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Short Days

Posted to Action Poetry




I remember happy short days,
that flew by like cliches,
that overlayed one another.
Oil on water,
they were,
So lovely to play in.
All those pretty colors
have whirled away.
Those days seem
a world away,
a blur.

But there'll be other days to play :)

I like your poem (although I wrote the yang)

Weird