Mondays are just young Fridays


We need to always be
conscious of the fact
we are continually
changing and,
as we do,
pieces of our self
become scattered
in the breeze.
does not mean there
is less of us, or our
beauty is diminished,
it just is
what it is.
The pieces of us
become a part of
something else
somewhere else.

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