if my heart did loiter
on the pretense
of the metaphor
it was only
for a summer, lost
under the flaming sanguine sky
intent on blistering
where once
there were soft places
reaching,
reaching,
reaching to an other world
Written in response to Read Write Prompt #83
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4 comments:
Laura, your words touch somewhere deep in the core.
Hello T2T,
Thanks for visiting. The wordle has brought forth many interpretations of searching and inner discovery.
It speaks so much on our inner power!
acuity of touch
it is very good....repetition of reaching is nice
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