by Ryan Kyner
To the beginning we go.
And the ending we leave behind.
Droplets fall atop our necks.
The bakers grim, the farmers grin
The birds aloft, the winds soar off.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am a college student. There is not much to me, really.
Last updated November 11, 2015