Poetry

The time

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Three lines tale week 296

photo by Nathan Dumlao via Unsplash

I will get away from all the noise and let the trees and the sound of nature keep me company.

I will let the wind blow me around like the fallen leaves on a windy day and just let go of all those emotions out into the atmosphere to avoid going back to reality feeling the same before the escape.

Because it’s time for a change, one that only happens when my season has arrived and I accept the change.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes