Loving by the seasons,

Promises splattered

Across ink stained pages

Where pinkies crossed

And the night veiled

The truth.

For each season

It would shed

Every past secret.

So I go running

To the top of the hill

Scream out

Each unfulfilled vow

And release the unmistakable voids.

On my descent

There is the promise

To renew

And at the bottom

I will make my way back up.

When the leaves fall

Or flowers bloom

For each snow ridden day.

I shed this skin

And start

All over again.



Author: mirandatran

In constant pursuit of my best life, best self, and the very things that set my soul on fire.

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