_____by Kristina M. Brown

As I wander through the shadows of life, I am left without air as I gasp
for that last breath of love.


The faint aromatic call of the magnolia seduces me as the branches of a
soulless willow cries bitter tears of loss.


I have reached out feeling her pain but I am consumed by it all.


This place where the ever-warm flowing breeze of joy, leaves me with the
anticipation of being embraced by its beauty.


Simplicity has named this place her home. Nights of endless and days of
peace.


I must go, yes I will stay, and I am loved.


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