Summer to Fall
Every breath deep within, exhales a negative pain. Every breath deep within forms a positive gain. Mind whirling with thoughts and tear drops fail to pour down my face. Bright warm sun burns the salted tears before they can escape. Every minute to the next I breathe deep, and exhale the negative pain. The sun drops as the moon rises and my chance to breathe deep becomes a calm stance in the morning, that summer changed to fall.
By: Jennifer B. Hatton
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