I am the road
an evening sunset –
left to burn
against your brow
I am the memory
of other summers –
where life began anew
somehow
I am breath
I am October –
a field of reds
where heaven grew
I am words
tho never uttered
I am life
returned for you
another me
as seasons follow
within the count
of death to days –
I am love
I will not falter
where’re the heart
my truth remains
. . .
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