Poetry (words)


I want to walk through the seasons here to see the elements change the landscape. To feel the autumn rains on my skin, to understand the insignificant spaces between everything. 

Humility, how it sweeps through my soul. How the changes forced upon me are now the very reason I’m here lost in places full of understanding. 

My dreams are still my dreams each one born from cherished moments, but in my waking hours I leave them in  their place. 


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