365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred Forty-Nine

top of the morning.
top of the pain.
these are the memories.
this is the strain.

wake without sorrow.
wake without schemes.
these are the moments.
this is between.

no time for yesterdays.
no time for lies.
these are the terrors.
this is goodbye.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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