Migration
The passing of a season
Sunset fragments bound
South on tiger lily wings
Foretell winter's breath.
About the Creator
Harbor Benassa
I carry a piece of the things that I love wherever I go. I love short fiction, chocolate ganache, forensic science, and, aptly, the water.
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