Here I sit
where troubles
Do not follow
In my solitude
tears come
I sob and swallow
The crisp air
regulates
my uneven breathing
Continue reading at Poetry for Healing
Here I sit
where troubles
Do not follow
In my solitude
tears come
I sob and swallow
The crisp air
regulates
my uneven breathing
Continue reading at Poetry for Healing
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