with the breeze by Pam

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Apr 2019

I find myself falling.

I am unsure as to why.
I am unsure as to how.

But what I am,
it leaves me.

It floats away.
It drifts.

I watch it go,
with a lightness,
I have only ever dreamed of.

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Pam

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