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after the rise comes the fall (#328)

19 Sep

when did I start writing
more about death
than about love?

notice the waves
leaving the shore
instead of breaking at my feet?

when did I give power to fear
instead of hope?

feel my breath escaping
instead of filling me?

when did I start counting the silences
between my heart beats?

look toward the shadow
rather than toward the sun?

will I ever let
Spring come again?

 
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Posted by on September 19, 2018 in new poetry

 

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