Emotional clinging feels like holding sand tightly in our fists..
that naturally escapes.. leaving only a desire to wash away..
the grit
goodbyes like the semblance of the breeze.. in that fleeting touch of hair
softly blown across the face.. or getting into our eyes
relations never breathe like that tree who shelters so many
retaining their freedom to fly away at will
crazed like the musk deer we run around in frenzied search
of a satiation held within all along
and hope dies every moment.. like that tiny dewdrop drying up
as if it never was.. only to tremble with lush expectation
of each new day..
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