Slow, soft words
like a voice from childhood
prying open my morning.
A hovering dream
like the eternity that comes before
and after.
like a voice from childhood
prying open my morning.
A hovering dream
like the eternity that comes before
and after.
1 comment:
great choice of words...
Don't say too much, and yet, don't leave anything unsaid...
A hovering dream... like the eternity that comes.....
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