Cycle be a word that comes to thought when reminded of the things that have changed over a time of a mere year. Fighting to strike a set of words on a slippery minded time before bed. Something needed to be written.
And here it is!
Words that fall out yet not into a poem. What I call a second cliff narrative. Its been a while since writing another. For the first was written nearly 1 and a half years ago. A full range of what could be concluded about a confused mind trailing to make sense of something. Confused is such a dirty word. Puzzle is better.
But I am fearless
Ten post meridian ideals,
Kahlan Jade
~BeautifulYou501
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