I can’t shake this feeling Of the rustling leaves falling from the tree Of the winter grief fading away for spring to plant the seed
I can’t shake this feeling 

Of the rustling leaves falling from the tree

Of the winter grief fading away for spring to plant the seed kick stories
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A hand.💫
We’ve all at some point in our life depended on someone. This poem is how that exact person feels to be with. Be kind and share your views 3>

I can’t shake this feeling Of the rustling leaves falling from the tree Of the winter grief fading away for spring to plant the seed

This feeling When I’m being carried by a hand steady and claimed My heart sings of nothing but glee But will i be enough for a lifetime? Will he be pleased?

As he persuades me to sit I fixate on a box lying on the middle of the street My mind wanders on what it could be?

A puppy? Some money? A Mystery? Or Some dream?

I leave the hand that carried me I walk to the box and kick it because

The moment I was not carried by his hand I strayed to see what could’ve been When all along

His hand is what I need.

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