Getting into the sharp winds, I
flutter with my dreams to get into
the abyss strands of new life.
Thither goes my resistance, and
hither comes my tissue that
holds my survival. But, the petiole
which holds me today shall leave
me tomorrow, the bifurcate of #leaf#Metaphors#pertinaceous#100poemsby_tm#qsbmp72#qsbmbonus41#lifeisalie