Cracked

clouds of grey

slide by

    slowly

giving way to hope

twisted and tight

a heart stops to breathe

     alone

in the summer sun

exhaling deep

yesterday is gone

    quietly

as the light sparkles

awash in mountain streams

your tears run with mine

    cleansed

as a new pace welcomes the next chapter

happy and sad

and back again

    believing   

that mountains mourn as we heal

pastel
by jessyca lyn katz

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