A flower turns its face to the sun, desperate for warmth and light —

Soil molding from stagnate rain Eroding Roots digging deeper Reaching where there is none

 

Don’t let go

Don’t let go

 

I turn my face to the sun, desperate for warmth and light —

Soul waterlogged from tears Eroding Hands stretching higher

Reaching where there is none

 

Let the last thing I feel be the sun and the last breath I take be the rain

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Let it go

Let it go

 

And plant flowers here no more

 

 

- N24