Autumn of the soul


There’s a space between the moments
Of accepting a heartbreak and moving on.
It is that void that fills the gaps
In our souls, like vacuoles.
It writes the unfinished verses,
It completes the incomplete,
It builds the broken,
Finds the missing.
It is the autumn of the soul,
Falling leaves, filling granaries.


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