1- Then a voice, almost disappearing in the dark, whispers in your ear:
“Darling, fall will inevitably wane; you will blossom where you whithered.

2- And when that voice visited me, after nailing my doors shut, I hum in silence: “Ive found shelter for my orphaned sorrow.”

3- I later asked, “but how do I blossom with the wail in my heart?” He responded, “don’t you see? The flowers are swaying under the heels of your feet. Start there.”

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