Four Point One

A clump of dried leaves from frail limbs I failed to nurture, settling on a page under my sinking face with a scent to lift up the low spirits in me, such rotten source blessing me with remedy The comfort we receive from the things we couldn't save, the purpose we gain regardless an unfulfilled goal, and the Love I'll always keep even after the passing are these propitious testaments I can't trade for resentments -Nicola An