Monday, October 26, 2015

Eager to touch the ground

I watched the leaves fall,

as they danced their way down.

twirling some

eager to touch the ground.

My head spins,

your words like thread,

weaving my yet

broken soul.

Put me together

as i used to

flow softly down my river.

my skin touching against rocks

that built me.

I am that leaf

eager to touch the ground.

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