…in layers –
the unraveling
of a river, I pick at
a thread it releases
when it’s ready like
a tangled string for the
careful embroidery
of thoughts while words
arrive with the frolic
of a bounding kitten
scurrying I pick it
up and hold it close:
wet words
with an unsteady beat
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Beautiful.
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Thank you, Jayde-Ashe.
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Lovely images in the words – and the pic, wow! No words :)
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