walking off the path. i have lost the sun.
i feel the breeze. today is the day.
the leaves fall to my feet. a rustle in the tree catches my attention.
a squirrel runs onto the branch.
it breaks. the raven swoops to catch it.
ravens can be loved. today is not the day.
tomorrow comes. it happens.
i watch for the squirrel when the leaves rustle.
today is the day.
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untitled poems
Poetrythese are my untitled poems. i write when boredom strikes. they vary by my mood, and they may have different lines & stanzas than the next. they may rhyme. they may not. i don't capitalize my letters.
