New moon on the rise
New moon on the rise
And the water level is decreasing
yet I’m
s
i
n
k
i
n
g
Into patterns reacquainted
Into habits reinvented
Into the chaos of my mind
And the clutter of my heart
Seeing them for the first time
I cried
For the loss, for the beginning
For the adventure still unventured
For the times still unmentioned.
I can laugh now.
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wonderful!
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