Melancholy sigh
travels across the chasm.
Spring’s new sun burns high.
life experience
Some days it might be worth closing the dividers under the big top of my brain
attempts to avoid
compartmentalization
fade like morning dew
Letting those brief moments in time track upon my brain.
And the bird sang good
morning then flew on her way.
The air, at once, fresh.
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