An entire month has been and gone,
That length of time has never felt
So long,
But I suppose healing must take
It's time,
And if a month's what it needs,
Then I guess that's fine.
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The blossom of a poet
PoetryWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
