Child of change,
Midday shadow or midnight glow;
You haunt the edges. You seek
Lines or limits, turning slow,
Wax and wane –
At the tipping point, your eyes
Frame the future.
Child of change,
Midday shadow or midnight glow;
You haunt the edges. You seek
Lines or limits, turning slow,
Wax and wane –
At the tipping point, your eyes
Frame the future.
I dream curiosity and write words that change brains. View more posts
Skeleton At The Feast
I love it when so much can be expressed with so few words… that’s the feel I’m getting at least. Excellent! (As always)
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Thank you! It started out much longer, you’re correct. Editing can take longer than writing!
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Isn’t that the truth!
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