Zhara
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Writing
Let Down
What does one say when they are your own blood / When they let you down, destroying the lives of others
Potential Lost
The wind blew, more leaves fell / Bottles broken at their feet / Sadness and sorrow overcame / The potential, until only the cold / Sidewalk knew his name
Winter's on the Doorstep
Like the leaves turning from green to brown / All at once signaling their pending death / And yet knowing that with the wind / Tomorrow comes a rebirth
