Deeper than a memory
Hidden by vines
I see in myself those moments, jealous
And unpacked they decay while I choose to move
Though not modest, decidedly needed by those I love
Continuing, I now, have decided
After so long
To be prepared to breathe
Once more
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J M (Pseudonym) (
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... and keep breathing.
Andy
reads like a mantra to that self-fulfilling destiny you've mapped out purposely,
a breathe, a step and slowly but surely, that horizon will start matching the brightness of your upcoming Spring..
onwards!
thanks for sharing dear poet
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