Emotions that sat for so long Dormant,
now whirl around like leaves in the wind.

Not knowing where they shall fall,
Unsure if they shall rest easy upon the
earth, or be trampled after all.

Where did this wind come from that so
briskly whisked them away?

And Why did it choose this time,
this place, this day?

Twirling...          stop or go?

Drifting...          going with the flow.

Floating...         where I don't know.

 

 

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