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I regret
giving
to every other
possibility
I have
stretched
perused
to spend
Time.
I lost
a finger
a tooth
a sense of
being still
from all
the grinding
that crumpled
the peace
of rooms
for nothing
permanent
just fleeting
like ships
only crossing
borders
never docked.
But
I thank
each feather
that broke
Free
and flew.
Their gentle
nature caressed
my tensed
muscles
to reach
to dig
to search
deeper into
my well
my clouds
my forest.
And less
of a name
I have
learned
have become
more for you
enough
for me.
great poem ms. k! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you CJ :)
Deleterelate much... no regrets...
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