Riverside Park

Some days, my eyes drift down like leaves falling to the ground they do not fight the wind they say, “Thank you,” and move on.   Others, they cry– and don’t even know why– it doesn’t feel like rain it just feels like a mess I have made.   Listen as I run.   Footsteps left behindContinue reading “Riverside Park”

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