All Your Tomorrows Start Here.

All your tomorrows start here.
Adrift on the open sea.
So close to heart, and yet out of reach.
Standing on my hands.
Love letters in the sand.
Caught in a half-way world,
Exploding stars
A multitude of feelings
Owning none.
A cup for the soul of the world.
© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2020.

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