Slipping Away:inside thoughts
I’m still standing in the pouring rain,too tired to walk away.The bird of the season is flying off,and the paper boat is still in my hand.The water currents are powerful,and my thoughts are moving too slowly. I looked up at the sky—oh, it’s a sunny day.Yet I feel cold,with winter approaching.Snow is stuffed inside my hood,seeking warmth,but it’s freezing my soul. I gaze at that burning candle,but the heat is slipping away. I love how…