Seasons Change

Touched with tenderness, I fear I may collapse inwardly for what I feel in my heart. There can be no talk for such moments. Quietly I sip my tea and look out at the sun ducking behind clouds of the coming rains. Seasons change and I can only hold on for the strength I need to change with it. I long to see beyond the bends in the road I travel. My eyes grow tired. I close them in rest. Here I wait again.

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