Slowly (fragment)

Slowly,
body slips aside and

this day becomes
soil, turns into

garden, changes
from struggle to

memory of
struggle. 

Slowly, body
fails the day,

closes till
tomorrow

with neither sadness
nor regret, just

a hope for 
soft open,

a wish for 
sunrise,

a longing 
for growth 

for days upon
days yet to come.

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About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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