Structure

in poetry •  6 years ago 

Somewhere along the way, we knew we were living.
If the street is clear then we proceedThe arch in the way makes the route unsettling contemplating temporary solutions
your idea isn’t always proper
Ive been here before
Made lots of friends
The wind blows leaves all over
The sky enters into the darkening of the sun
I sit and watch it all happen around me.
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