Opening
I have walked down this path before
wilted flowers looking to me for answers
and as I struggle to cry
not a sound comes
from my mouth
or my eyes
I look to the ground
and I see
my footsteps fading
I believe
that things are changing
I am disappearing
from the path
with each flower
freeing my heart













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Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away - Carl Sandburg
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Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away - Carl Sandburg
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