They are woven together
no - punched,
hooked,
a rug of many colours
all dark
Misery blended
with misery
until the pattern is
indiscernible,
beautiful;
causing their neighbours
and strangers
to mistake them
for joy
"ellecee"
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As twilight moves away and darkness engulfs me with its solemn breath you come to me and we open ourselves to one another ou...
Your words always make me think ... they entice me to feel from the bottom of my heart ... you are a magician of words !!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much :-)
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