Small Breaths
No matter that my heart sinks,
Sighs, with the weight of skeletons-
Paths I forgot to follow
Have slowly sealed
Rooms go unrecognised
For fear of change
And I cry at the uncertainty of rainbows.
All the daydreams I stole,
Refusing to give them back
Are stored as silver dust
And each day is a small breath.
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