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Copper coins, Found in the rain, Glitter through a glare Of tears And rain water. Their heads turned up, Their tails turned down, And my tail between my legs As I walk home. I am unfortunately, fortunate to find A trail of empty riches, A path of pennies In this time of heartache.
I am lighter today: Lungs full, Heart open, Thoughts quiet, Only my feet are grounded.
My tangled tongue trips over words of you.
In the Fall, I let go of you As the trees let go of Their leaves. My heartbeats echo your name And as the air becomes crisp and cold I fall into a well of dispair. I sleep until noon I hibernate and embrace My personal winter.
Awake After sleeping for so long. How will the night owl savour The morning?