Longing
through
sunrise
tears.
The
eyes
cast
away
leaves
from
fireside
familiar
bridges
before
the
trying.
And
obscurity
promises
caution,
longing
to
sunrise
where
years
all
through
the
years.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
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