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The Necessity of Letting Go (A Poem)

Clouds conspire,

Changing shape the way they Change their plan.

The ephemeral

Inconsistency

Of life.

The sky ahead,

Pregnant with poignancy,

Aching to release its holy waters and baptize the horizon

With the fertilizer of birth.

Each drop,

A gulp

Of life.

Fierce,

Fecund

Dissolving the illusion of death.


The necessity of

Letting go

Into the atmosphere

For

Life

To

Bloom.

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