I sat with spring like an old friend
in the park
before she was born
untethered of wonder
shuddering
to let go of things
the way they sink,
everything into you
like heavy fishes trying to get a grasp on air this fine fine line between coming and going the way hope rises bubbles of nothing trading each moment for the next for this chance to breathe in me. xo
3 comments:
beautiful... have such a wonderful image and feeling in my mind.
the title is more powerful...
like heavy fishes
trying to get a grasp on air
this fine fine line
between coming and going
the way hope rises
bubbles of nothing
trading each moment for the next
for this chance to breathe in me.
xo
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