365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Forty-Three

a dying earth.
these tales of modern times.
empires rise and fall.
on the tides of individuals.
failing, it is the curse.
of brains we can’t fully use.
promises meant yet.
unrealized in time.

patience, a virtue unattainable.
practicing now, Rome wasn’t.
built in a day and a life.
cannot be either, in you.
can be found all I love.
and all I hate.
about myself.

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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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