Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Moving Violation by Rémy Boucher

I watched the sunset upon the water.
I didn't concern myself with anyone's problems.
And the sun rose the following day.

Never worry yourself into an early grave.
Allow death to find you at your own pace.



Rémy Boucher, resides in Québec and has been published in The Shadowlands Magazine, The Black Shamrock Magazine, The Dope Fiend Daily.



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