They could pull that thread through needle thin windows
shimmering glass weaving circles
through heartached stones.
They could pull it off, I think,
if they allow themselves to breathe
to raise anchor
and sail into the narrow neck
bottle.
I could never be as they,
I don't let Forever in my way.
1 comment:
Breathe.
We all, need to breathe...
Your words, always capture me.
I love it.
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