Slow this life to a crawl,
just to feel it float around me,
strands of cobwebs, wrapping around a disconnected soul,
floating on the water, in the breeze of the summer,
with the sun beating down as we fade.
Shaken and tossed about,
as my leaves fall to the ground,
and I bare my branches, for the world to see.
The chill in the morning, as pieces of me are blown in the wind.
And I fall.
To feel the cold, across the hardened earth,
To feel life hiding, underground, underwhelmed.
and forgetting everything, just to survive, into the spring.
Where we are reborn, as the ice melts.
Dancing in the wind, of the coming day.
Red and violet, yellow.
Singing our souls to a sky
Floating and free.
Just to do it again.
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