Feeling it, you want to tell it – something found in a stranger’s
handiwork that catches your eye, so much so that you try to locate
the proper words so as to tell more about that sort of thing.
handiwork that catches your eye, so much so that you try to locate
the proper words so as to tell more about that sort of thing.
There’s a hesitancy…
A stillness holds you there pondering another's life tied to it…
A stillness holds you there pondering another's life tied to it…
and the mind works hard to map out the pieces of a poem driven into it,
to the silence of the rusty nail caught bending in the breeze.
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