Spring turns to Summer
Summer turns to Fall
And this is when you lose it all
Standing in your glass house,
Pointing fingers at those outside
In the rain
Throw one more stone
And the walls shatter.
Because that was not just glass
It was a mirror.
What goes around
Comes around
And the world turns
.
~October
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Hiraeth
PoetryHireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My es...
