"What is to be done"

A Poem by CA Craig

What is to be done with unwed thoughts

lost between sun and frost?

Seasonal shifts of unresolved time

searching ever through strands of mind,

unfiltered, unwoven, tattered and worn

recovered at least from attics long scorned

with some small hope to repair

if there is just only the slightest care.

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