I am stalked



I am stalked by dreams,

by what I am slowly becoming.

Seasons of the soul

By change and the sweet scents of

arrivals I never even dreamt of,

just prayed.


Not knowing, our voice is heard

pledges in the lanes we walk everyday

not knowing what we think, plead

stalk us like sunshine

after rain.





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