As we approach the end
Samhain
The wind still blows
The rain still rains
I feel it too
lots of things are ending
And giving way to freedom again
A freedom that exists so often
in the bittersweet
Undoing
You held on so tight
And I didn’t step
perhaps I gave too much rope
It was easier that way
Even though I knew
This day would come
A bird must fly
Spread its wings
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