Natalie Jane Hill - Goldenrod

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The goldenrods have finally faded Shells and husk are roughing up our blanket Of once an eager green filled meadow That allowed our bodies to take in your nettle My mind is replaying the days spent Of light and time moving over mountains I had some frame of mind then I had some frame of mind Folded arms wrapped around these fingers Worn and torn, the coldness of winter A heavy weight that I am yearning Keeps me still and quiet in the morning My mind is replacing the days spent Of warmth and light moved with indecision I had some frame of mind then I had some frame of mind
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