NaPoWriMo {Day 8}

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The air here sits vacant
vacant from your presence
presence first broken by winter’s arrival
arrival that withered, then made anew by spring
spring came with a bouquet of flowers
flowers strewn across the fields, but not in my soul
soul lay bare; no water, no seeds
seeds were lost somewhere upon the frozen ground
ground not yet thawed by spring’s growth
growth, that is what is needed in this empty place
place where you belong
belong, but no longer can be


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