When It’s Time
(jacob erin-cilberto)

On my way out
coldness unsettles me
trending toward my end
oh, the freefalling spirit
behooves me to take last flight
even as I willingly detach with a season’s strong breeze
remember my final flash of color–I exit gracefully.



 


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