Before the After
November 25, 2019
It
is your heart that worries towards the sun that already disappeared an hour after
your misgiving
It
is you who answer your own uncertainties before the fall hands over the
orangish blessings
Cause
sometimes you are afraid of seeking the ripe red strawberries in a pile of
dried rotted leaves, instead, too brave to take your soul to forge your own
dark cloud after the appalling
overwintering
Your absence is a missing lantern a night before the festival
Your
silence is a stormy sea nobody wants to see
to
all the insecure parts of you,
those
who want to stay will stay
and
you are worth before and after.
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