round, full
cold wind, warm sun
pushing, pulling
sharp breath
draw in the cold air
turns into bright, open eyes
mouth open, surprise
the hope of new
in the darkening time
backwards.
can't deny the feeling in my chest
trying to read the sky
as if the clouds were tea leaves
predicting the path
that only god knows.
only god knows.
if there is such a thing.
so she said
you must let go
and let this wind take you, too
with your brothers, the leaves
up across the sky, through the alleys.
look.
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