Crisp leaves,
Floating,
Down,
Down,
Down to the ground in this realm we have found ourselves living in.
They grace the grass with a gentle kiss as they land between the blades,
A softness I only aspire to embody.
A softness that is not demanded,
That is not shoved into my core to shape me into something palatable.
There is something so powerful about choosing to be soft,
To go about life gently,
To watch your words but yet still
Not censor them.
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Does the Rain Ever Stop?: Poems and Musings
PoetryHello Reader, This is my collection of poems and thoughts that I have compiled over the last few years. I have been writing for many years and my number one hope is that someone reads my poems and feels seen. Says "oh that's me". We all live in this...
