Jun 28
clouds of a
thousand tears
disappear as I
pour the rains
into another cup
to calm my nerves
for there is a winter
that I see from my
window
finding her breath
upon my trail
for there is nothing
else that would come
knocking on my door
is this how you must
suffer on the last days
of autumn
before the winds
cut you open?
(28/M/india)
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