she still recalls the leaves:
the way they'd blow outside
those big, cracked windows.
her happy times were simple:
there was a modicum of security
and her people.
when they left, it was because
life is about movement;
but her heart goes back often --
because love is sometimes
very much about
not letting go
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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The exodus is always painful but life has to go on. Nice words.
Do check this out too. https://societalens.wordpress.com/blog/