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Cluttered

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal

Vaguely aware of the piles of thought

Inside my autumnal head;

Smelling reminiscence rot;

Feeling a little mislead.

I am somewhat cold

On the usually warm bench;

Almost missing your arms,

Making my heart wrench.

Spring cleaning was ere long due.

Clearly, while leaving leaves behind, you

Blew them really far apart,

Scattering my heart

To the wind.

Now I’m forever cluttered,

Trapped in autumn.

Photo by Autumn Mott Rodeheaver on Unsplash

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I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at shailygrwl@gmail.com or through my Facebook page facebook.com/shailyagrawalwrites/

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