Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum sonatur.
15 May
obscured in haze
your brilliant light becomes only
a glow, indistinct and cold
barely discernable from the fog
gathered and tightly contained
these private clouds
emanating from wounds not yet closed
grant me release from these fences
to resume the breeze
and restore the clarity
to see the good in you.
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