me and my
heart still weeping for a loss
known & the one which was not allowed to take root
pulled up
threw away like a weed
unwanted
the thriving invader that sneaks in the back door
taking hold
a seed blown upon wishes
upon a child's sigh
carried away by sparrows
the journey still so long to go
& so far traveled
I am weary
I need rest but
but I swirl & buff on my face
a painted on smile
eyes bright
a lie
passes my lips like the breath
to blow wishes into your perfectly manicured yard.
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