A rustle, a bark
A howl in her heart
When the apple falls,
Hard it will,
Wilt it will.
Wait - pick it up
Shun it - it stays
Wipe it, all away
Like crystals it will fall
Like diamonds, it will fall
Like one never had
Never is.
Never will.
~ to Her
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Kiss the Rain Bare
PoesieA compilation of poems contemplating the notion of existential crisis.