But by how she arrived
In the hive
Of my mind, where I exist
In midpoint delight
The wind blows to the demise
Of falling leaves
A welcoming sight
The greens synth with the light
The browns fall with ease
But she,
Every year she catches me
Naked vulnerability
Scarred, charred, aging skin
And most likely
One more turn
Be it serene
Or nightmarish churn
The day understanding arrives is the day realized
That we already know
What we wanted to learn
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