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I fall to the changing of seasons...

leaves motionless and calm

making impressions on parched soil

or collecting as crumble on

shoes worn.



Seems like everything is dying again...

living long in three

to lie down restless in four

finding freedom in dormancy while

things barren crease the

wintery skies.



Aaaahhh...breathing into mist...

exhaust to frozen air

and the absence of warmth

in the deeper part of me

claiming too much of my soul

to ignore the loss.



It's like that mostly...

waiting hopeless and spent

dreaming shadows chase the grays

of loneliness away before the

winter comes around again.



but, it does

and, she does

and, I do.