Boulder

Early morning hikes

Late night walks

Small creatures of the wood

Intimate talks

Heart beating fast

Mountain time feel

Dreams come true

Believing it’s real

Loosen the grip

Releasing it slow

What’s in store

Is hard to know

The Mountains soon fade

A  scenery change

New transformation

A life rearranged

Pain for what was

Joy for what’s next

Stepping forward in life

Expecting the best

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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