The bell tolls
I am leaving.
Grieving will come,
And go,
And come,
And go.
Like the breath.
Everything moves in cycles,
And I am no exception.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The bell tolls
I am leaving.
Grieving will come,
And go,
And come,
And go.
Like the breath.
Everything moves in cycles,
And I am no exception.