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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1877743

This is about dealing with change or grief. I connected it with changing seasonings.

Warm breeze stirs the air
around me
whirls my fiery hair

The green blooms
Past horrors abandoned
Like ancient tombs

My strength is reborn
Pull out my griefs
Like a minor thorn

Everything has a reason
The wound still hurts
But I'll survive this new season
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