i can feel time moving
beyond me; beneath me
but i'm just where i was
right where you left me
—by the hickories last fall.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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Seasons of Heartbreaks
PoetryThe heartbreak tales of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring flowed through the words of every chapter along with the vicissitudes of seasons that unraveled the memoirs of their wretched cries and ephemeral enamorments. Like a speckle of dust, it ebbed...
