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seasons,you weather me

Posted to Action Poetry

I was warm and fleeting in sun
then bleached and brittle in its passing

flecked and thirsty as winds
ripped the last section away

and I was shivering and naked
drowned and gasping in spring

now calloused and worn
hating the cycle that will

break my will once more,
and bring death a few inches closer