Words | Krystle Alice
One of these days you’ll stretch your branches toward the sky,
into the clouds and sway.
Breathing in the moments of clarity they contain.
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As the sun sets, you’ll bask in the shades of sunset,
knowing that with a final hue,
a final word,
its light can no longer blind you.
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You’ll feel a cool breeze rustling your edges,
smell the promise of another day
and know,
Hidden in the darkness of night,
has been your heart. Your art.
You’re home.
