Departure

Being atop neat architecture,

The breeze blows in my face.

Down is the step to rise,

To the rare realm of potential.

Sufficient crying from them,

Begging me to renege.

Ample desire from within,

Craving curious communities.

The odds are mostly over,

I have to force myself to choose.

Or do I? Why don't I rest?

Because now anything is possible.

--Kayvour, 10/10/2022

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