autumn
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Rustling leavesDance through my ear,Like tiny sandpaper sheets.Stuck contemplating who owns the trees. Their roots intertwined with each other and the soil. When its neighbor is dying of starvation,It doesn’t stand idly by.Sending resources trying to revive the tree nearby. But not so much that it itself shrivels and dies. A balance unknown to my…
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Face flushed,Wrinkles ripple on your face,You’re finally free fromthe lead clawing at your heels. On the open road,With nowhere to go. Run as far as you can,Life is a circle. Rolling through mountains, plateaus, and river eroded Canyons.Have you gone far enough to forget?Sun sets in the semi-arid dust,Not a single problem,Left in a cup. To…
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Misty drops melt into thunderous pelting beads,Leaves threaten to change from green to brown. These first rains of autumn Turn around my summer frown.When the rain drips, my tears feel free to fall in toe, Hidden under gray clouds. The caverns of my soul search For the holiness of my inked drenched page. A treaty…
Healing Birds Fly Again 