She doesn’t burn bridges,

she covers them in gypsy flowers and feather kisses,

then strolls along her merry way.

Too heavy to carry grudges,

she leaves love and hope droplets wherever she goes.

— Melody Lee

Published by rtsallie

Impasse I could tell you If I wanted to, What makes me What I am. But I don't Really want to – And you don't Give a damn. Langston Hughes

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