9.11.25 ┆ new days - poem ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ you've got mail ! open ? [yes] no ⌢⌢ loading . . . done !! i dream of new days, new beginnings, new ends. new birds chirping in the trees, new water flowing down the stream, that snakes its way downhill, quickly, never tiring, never stopping to think, of what the world outside might be like. is it full of new beginnings too? or foul ends? you’ll never know, for oh those new days, shall never come. - I wrote this to practice poetry so if you have any feedback , even a simple "it's good" or "it's bad" would help !
