Tis The Season
There is a season
between the loving and leaving.
where summers teeth nip
at the heels of November,
where our leaves forget
but our roots remember
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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