Thursday, June 2

Seasons

Now that the storm is finally over.

I swallowed the whole unfamiliar world.

If I hold it in, will they recognize it?

Will they hear the axe?

As I am being chopped down.

An old stump revoked from the roots.

Leaving behind a seed to be planted anew.

Coloring my earth of stem.

Ready to be blossom again.


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