There is a love in the fear of letting go.
So I hold.
Weeping eyes, hope inside.
A current swings as the season dies.
Hiding the trees now.
It breaks the comb, slow the growth.
Seeds find a place of their own.
Climb out a brand new home.
When I think there is no way.
The sleeping springs to life.
Hold my breath for a day to break.
I trust the dark, give it time.
We don't break into twine.
Redefining what is wrong and right.
The shadows they throw.
A winding road, ascending heights.
I thank the charm that savors both.
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