Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
in a human form, we lose
Trees wither and we accept this loss
call it autumn, call it a death before a rebirth
our bodies wither too, but we call their losses
A birthday.
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