laugh about it

things are getting stale.

i weave my long tales

to welcome sunshine filter

weaving on through the air.

.

i may be fatigued,

my eyes might sting ..

but we find fine lines

to renew eternal green.

.

desires abbhored.

our wants have grown bored.

i think now’s the best time

to live life undeplored.

.

not a frightened child.

i’m tamed but barely wild.

it’s all in the way

that i laughed as i smiled.

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