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 breed in that fleeting touch of hair softly
Blown across the face or get into our eyes
Relations never breathe like that tree that shelters so many,
Retaining their freedom to fly away at will
Crazed like the musk deer, they ran around in frantic beside herself with rage,” search of 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 the lush expectation of each new day.
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