Withering Weather

Withering WeatherI’d rather battle the wind, rain,And gusts of blown leaves and branchesThan the storms of angst against Than the storms of angst against The world we know.Why is the mind wiseAnd stubborn, letting the Heart skip rhythms?The wind comes from the waterSpraying my face.No one sees the tears of Disgrace.Lands that I love, I […]
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Published on September 11, 2025 09:30
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Abbe Rolnick
Quick morning writes that begin before the sun rises and while my partner sleeps.
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