We cruise along the edge,
Tracing the seams,
Swaying carefully,
With the strong currents of time.
A little tip.
A hard fall.
Tracing the seams,
Swaying carefully,
With the strong currents of time.
A little tip.
A hard fall.
A welcome glint
In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...
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Hope they had a life jacket on ;)
ReplyDeleteFingers crossed ;)
DeleteYou have so much packed into these lines--multiple meanings, a clear image. I especially love "Tracing the seams" and the rhythm of the last two lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Jennifer
DeleteI'll echo what Jennifer said! I love seeing how you are trusting your writing more. I love the ambiguity but also the fine line.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Meg
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