Please.
the road is long ahead of me.
Please.
the sharp rocks jagged
Never wore shoes.
the journey long.
no sole to protect me.
I leave a bloody path behind.
I leave a jug of wine in the battered beaches of a lengthy spring.
a wave
goodbye my lovely home
swimming sounds like nothing in my native tongue.
the future sounds aloof
a pressing matter.
morphing like a caterpillar into something far more
endangered.
untouchable, hard work
stuffing your face.
become a god over night.
Burning. the skin.
the sun.
born of the cosmos.
destined to die.
life peels away from my dead face.
my dead arms.
my lifeless skin.
becoming dust.
lost with my hair.
beneath the broken windows
on a third floor balcony.
fall is here.
jump it's time.
spring back in fear.
the bloom of my loving roses.
the dropping of beloved knowledge.
a golden stanza sings again
"oh please, return my precious time.oh please my lovely. please this time."
I catch up with the fall.
and splat it's cold and dark.
white powder
melting away with time.
it's a time of bliss. a time of joy.
to celebrate a little boy. new birth forsaken.
mistakes are made.
by summer all this snow will fade.
into the sky to make new tears.
and cry again.
for the next few years.
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