Thursday, September 19, 2019

Falling for Winter




There's no direction
Running stagnant 
She's pretending she's got bandwidth 
She's merely sprinted for her own benefit
or runs away from potential fragments
that have broken apart
from her garden of ease
She pleads
for a better way to blossom
but some days
the rain don't stop
and it's beautifully sad
to not love all of the seasons


~Tina Meeks

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