Written off the cuff, for Someone

jwhhobbs22
Jan 10, 2025
1 min read

You remind me of the sunrise

Rose, flesh and warm shades

Coming to cold night

And the sight

Thrilling and expectant

Newness and for one

Hopeful and unsatisfied

I wonder which dawn you bring

Is part of lights and days I’ve dreamed.

Never forget; for every bit of glass you step on there is a light. Every dull day meets a bright night. And what awaits us is more difficult, daunting, and wonderful than our overthinking imagines.

By J.W.H Hobbs.

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