Little Stops, Bigger Future

by Brianna G. Harte

We’ve fallen through

Not just me, not just you,

Having plans carved in stone

Broken together or alone

With life as a passing street

And all on the side seems neat

But we can’t see it all

No matter how many times we stall

For the better things to see

May be there, behind a tree

Or elsewhere to be found

And there we are bound.

Copyright © 2016 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.

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