#WritcoPoemPrompt87
A new day, a new week,
Breathes your precious fragile spirit,
A new beginning, almost frightened to speak,
For it has magic virtues in it,
break free from the mouldering past,
melting out a Fiery streak.

For Ages,
Man searches for meaning,
from Brothels to Trmples,
from Travel to Introspection
Time consumes us ,
leaving us weak.




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