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Shivering without
the clothes of my body, wind
having me all to itself —
the dance became something familiar
after all, and leaves
gave way to sky and lighter clouds
until
the words all righted themselves
against this page of earth,
and breathing deepened,
and the story went on.

The Mess I Handed You
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J.D. Harms

Henya Drescher
Dec 4, 2023

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I like happy endings. This poem starts with a whirlwind of chaos and ends gently with "lighter clouds."

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Henya Drescher
Henya Drescher

Written by Henya Drescher

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Psychological thrillers writer, wife, mother, weightlifter, gardener. Stolen Truth on Amazon.

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