Deciduous People

Here, and nowhere else
Each day the same shadows cast
Over arms that slowly creep
During spring’s color
And winter’s sleep
Toward unreachable heavens.


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Pleased to meet you! I'm Dylan Kinnett, your friendly neighborhood writer.