poetry, randomwordbyruth

Never Again…Today


What has fallen did not just begin…the ascent.

Lingering bushes of sage…of dust…could not have just swollen at my feet.

What have I missed of time?imageedit_10_7227269385

I take a ragged winter’s glove off…

And, already I have miss the dying crisp moss.

Placing layer upon layer, preparing for the barren terrain.

I have once again never to be… again.

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