gravel crunches underfoot
trees wave their lofty branches
a quiet rainy morning
winds talk through wild baby hairs
fingers reach to grasp the hand
of the teacher pall bearer
noting silence in the throat
lightning swiftness in the gait
knuckles bursting from the skin
betwixt right now and ever
the breeze states through woman locks
sorely peering through the glass
explicit emotions exploding through the tongue
knowing she is scarcely done
in walking through her wreckage
I loved it! It’s like very cold but at the same time, it’s full of light… Well at least for me it is
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Thank you for reading ☺
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