Ice King

reaching for you as
just beyond my memory
you slip from my grasp

withered leaves-
parched soil runs
between my fingers

Posted in Afternoon, Age, Broken, Concepts, Death, Emotions, Fall, Heat, Hunger, Life, Love, Sadness, Seasons, Sleep, Summer, Time.

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