Slowly growing
Slowly feeding
Slowly putting the pieces back together.
This garden, once green, now changes colors.
To yellow, to orange... to red
Confusing my blood with the leaves smeared all over the floor.
And I wonder if the sun will dry my body and soul as well.
Until then, I will float away with the wind, drown at the end of the river, and dive to the bottom of the ocean.
I'll go back to mother earth.
Always bountiful and forgiving.
©Natalia M. Villarán-Quiñones
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