And the particals drift through the same light,
As the spiders weaving in my room,
For only mere moments,
Brightened and noticed in unruly manners,
Your schedule what exactly does it so rarely do?
The tree limbs still one moment,
And tossed like waves the next,
Gradually they grow,
The bright new green,
Vivid among the rest,
Carefully it eases towards the sky,
Your witness what exactly does it do?
The smell of lake,
Lingering in my nose,
The rocks under soft hands,
And able bodies,
What exactly does your cofidence do?
The fire crackles and distant murmurs of fellow campers,
A quiet place to be late at night,
And uprisen roar of our own camp.
What exactly does company do?
-Joshua Banks JJAJ
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When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
