the world is turned inside out
with the need to know
and make sense
when even the chaos
and craziness
is enough.
echoing in our wake
are memories and stories
like rivers of ribbon
ravaged and dancing
in the wind as we run
chasing in slow motion
destiny hanging
from a string always
in the distance
whose promises
embedded in our souls
are felt strong
but like shadows
of whispers
defy articulation.
fully clothed yet naked
having never left the ground
secretly i see you fly.
2 comments:
Oh, I loved the ending here- just perfect...
:)
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