In Arboretum

Your avalanche was never too much,
As a snow awakening, not so crucial,
Yet nonetheless breathtakingly blinding.
And blinding my way ahead,
You made me set aside my soul,
I conceded to you my version of life.
But that was then and this is now.
I may have been forgotten,
I may be lost.
However you have made me love you,
For the whole tree of my life.

©2019 Christopher Thompson
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