Worry Meditation
Fall away from me
like leaves fall from the trees.
A gentle passing.
Be a seed swept by the breeze.
Like a fine layer of frost melts under the sun,
slip away, fleeting sigh.
Be gone.
Copyright © Lauren Anne | Year Posted 2018
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