Endmost

by Sunshine   Jul 10, 2020


I leave for you my past
and the last paddle in the sea
where I am burying my face.

As I go,
remember me in a final winter
that carries my smell upon mad winds.

Forget about spring
and the sunflowers I planted
at the gate of your dreams.

I'm taking all my seeds
and leaving you
with bygone fossils.

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