Letting Go

Pink blossoms swirl
On a violent wind
Like little bold
Flocks of swallows
Ripped too fast
From their limbs
They must have
Fond memories
Of their lives
Linked to trees
But seem choosing
To dance
Their last day
On this breeze

-me

~ by April on April 30, 2020.

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