Overmorrow

I repurposed a 16X20 canvas and made my own.

I’m not an artist – but I am a sentimentalist.

I love the word “overmorrow,” and I hate that it’s dormant in our language.

Love, X

hasten your moments
they are but few
the overmorrow is a promise
often dormant or unrealized
procrastinate at your peril
there is beauty within you,
around you and for you
go solicit it
with open heart and mind
pretend this is your only day
to express, to love, to hold,
or to cherish
it may well be

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