Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

the soft goodbye when we die

to part ways
with your breath,
to walk into
the clouds and smoke
of mountain crowns –
to leave words behind
no longer necessary to be
spoken, the sounds of
the heart no longer
required to be found

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: succumb

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