Hasty Words.

Time folds darkly

round the day.

Hour upon hour

drips with grey.

The first bright ember

burned and died.

A lone voice stilled

while silence cried.


Lowering clouds

show bleak the path,

quells flames of joy

in life's cold hearth.

Seeds of hurt

were deeply sown,

when bitter words

in haste were thrown.

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Somber though Beautiful

Single moments of anger can lead to a lifetime of regret,

when those "hasty words" in argument or reproach go too far.

Nicely done Sweetwater

We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.

We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.

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Almost four years, but

Almost four years, but finally longed for bridges are being built. Thank you for reading, and your comments are much appreciated Sky.