Spring Cleaning by Victor Alvia

Spring Cleaning
by Victor Alvia

Brush, Brush.
particles fill the room.
Brush, Brush.
intense fog;
a barely visual broom.
Brush, Brush.
away;
skin of my past.
Brush, Brush,
the sadness that I have.
Brush, Brush.
now it is clear.
Brush Off,
because happiness, is near.



 

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