Motivation
Sounds of nature bursting into music
on the wings of winter winds, sounds
tickling my ancient ears. My body is
old and feeble, but my soul dances with
delight. My limbs refuse to move, paralyzed
with time. My blood boils and I am reborn
as long as I am alive, I will never
rest in peace.
Copyright © Carolyn Marie Baatz | Year Posted 2022
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