Dreaming sideways, casting aside residual sorrow to tumble evermore into a valley burning. Loss, it cried, liquid silver caressing her cheeks while a gasping heart choked her throat. Standing sideways, swaying in mourning sunrise pain where hushed breaths came earlier each rising. Life, it was living, carrying her on a great river of timeless remembering resting on her shoulders. ©February 2022 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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