Traipse.....

In the hourglass of winter's grace
the days are wrapped in Traipse....
It seethes fatigue to the child within 
longing for a place- 
in time-
that belongs to them.. 
As the year of bittersweet Traipse.....
sun dances into another year, stagnant 
Perseverance is not my trait-
 ~Pattyb

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